Your time melted away faster than I had tears to cry.
The brimstone throat, the silent smile, the helpless shrug of those who knew enough medicine to kill you. And even now, smells of fresh washing, bring back the only nurse to tell us your fate.
In a laundry cupboard, the seventh floor..
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