I stand before the threshold 

Of the dire circumstantial area,

Where the scent of curable drugs

Gives me a feeling of nausea. 

The long white corridor giving 

Room to sick and sickened patients,

Simultaneously tests the patience

Of related hearts living in suspence.

While the projected monitor-beeps

Fail to needfully and steadily beat,

Death nearly arrives a...

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