A place of soft extremes.Gentle strum of guitar some days;Low conversationMuted coughsFlickering eyesFixed stares.One day the wild clang of a bellBrings all hands together in hope. Your name, called briskly,Summons you to the controlled zone for kind abuse of cells.Friendly staff ask the question nobody answers truthfully; a few seconds of small talk while you […]
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