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Three.

Trimmed door secures
four painted walls.
Parents’ scribe drown
empty sound of chatter.
Uniforms dance franticly
bracing for the unknown.
Hours crawl by bit by bit
increasing one’s tense.

Two.

Demerol numbs the area
rubber gloves protect.
Screams fill a silent hall
echoing the arrival of one.
Glazed glance rain
over weaken hearts.
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