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Bansang Hospital

by  apsara

Posted: Wednesday, March 8, 2006
Word Count: 51
Summary: Short - not sure if it's sweet but as far as I could get...

Itís evening. But neither you nor the light go gently,
the sky bloody with the sunís parting,
and you raging at the parts the painkiller does not reach.
You shudder and shapes of pain reach the insect air
and hover there with the mosquitoes,
whose diseased kisses you no longer feel.