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the nice doctor

glared sympathetically

through his circle lenses

before explaining

my departure was the doings

of a coma.

a two.

year.

coma.

that was the hardest thing to hear,

mother,

i was apart for so long

but i felt much better

in your arms again

but my grip in your hug

fell loose and limp

as i saw father again

at the end of the bed.

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