morning wax

Jul 01, 2014 22:44

the powder pink curtains wrench around their railings.
leaning on the windowsill, overlooking scenery I paid much inattention to

"will they really?"

dear God, help me grow up to be a person who can
'cure sometimes, treat often, comfort always'
and maybe, let me see into Hippocrates' heart
because my visual fields are limited, and I am having trouble with the always
I'm young, and my alphebetical vocabulary is more in the A of the Academic
rather than the B of bearing burdens, C of comfort, D of ...
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