The hospital vistA Poem by TheBookkeeper
The hall was clean, quiet, it felt wrong.
So
much pain surge through the walls. Agony was thick in the air, I felt it. Why
was it was so quiet, so calm? I breathed in, the air tasted wrong, sour, I
hated the whole place. The Palace of pain. The hospital
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