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Doctors played your dosage like a card trick Scrabbled down the hallways yelling "yahtzee!" I brought books on Hopper, and the Arctic Something calling "The Politics Of Lonely" a toothbrush and a quickpick with the plus You tried not to roll your sunken eyes and said, "Hey can you help me? I can't reach it" Pointed at the camara in the ceiling I climbed up, blocked it so they couldn't see Turned to find you out of bed, and kneeling Before the nurses came and took you away, I stood there on a chair and watched you pray
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