Old Friends

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"We knew you'd be back"

White walls whisper

With a cough and a hack

Soothing hands invaded by blisters


"I've been waiting for you"

Winter wind wails

Chilling bones as his words blew

Promising deliverance from all ails


"You mustn't leave"

Blue blankets bawl

Trapping me in their intricate weave

I don't need the outside at all


As the new fade away, old friends return

Teaching lessons I try not to learn

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