Every memory of the hospital
I locked inside,
with the lost cds,
the forgotten Christmas,
and the Easter she slept through.
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Each 21 days Death pulls out a key
and unchains the chest.
He allows three tears
to escape. The key slips
into his hollow cape.
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In the cavity of his chest
he holds our ache,
But he also holds our cure.
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