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| sab |
cradled in red velvet reconsiling with the red cell walls white cell walls i watched it turn white before my eyes hypercolour sab vingar is bitter shows up a bitter truth it turned white silently almost defiantly and stood around, a little embarrsed, a little curious, to see how i would react [not really] the Truth is the image on the tv screen was impassive it was what it was and thats the way it is. and we wait to take the next step waiting waiting white room time blurs as i wait for the next step i never was a pacient girl this nothingness waiting is odd and not very poetic, really |
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