Sunday, June 5, 2011

3,5,1,0

 


Into the room,
So small she lay;
Silent, sleeping, fragile;
Upon Waking;
The pain and torment in her eyes
“5 Times” She said,
This is the 5th,
“I thought I wouldn’t make it”.
3 months, 5 times,
3 months,
5 times
1 life.
No.
0.
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