PATIENTS

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Permanent patients 

standing in solemn procession 

awaiting admission 

into the infirmary 

of forsaken souls 


We're riddled with illness 

quiet plagues 

wandering malignancies 

walking cancer cells 

corrosion threading through marrow and vein 

perishing in increments 

with every borrowed breath 

marked by an expiration date 


Sick in our own unique ways 

peculiar fashions of fatal ailments 

malfunctioning from birth 

if only we could become the remedy 

for one another's terminal afflictions  

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