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Tag: death
Last Train
When I die, I pray It will be after I stow My luggage in my Private cabin, the Locomotive departs; I Slip into a dream.
Speaker For The Dead
I considered it the utmost privilege to spend patients’ last moments on Earth with them. Now that I am in Radiology, I don’t have these
Reaper’s Guarantee
With one swipe of my Scythe, I rid you of your pain And obligation.
Breathless
Overwhelming, I Steal your breath as mine own, lungs Full, darkness, enclosed.
When she lay dying ….
One of my friends on Twitter posted about comforting a friend whose mother was dying. I was about to reply, but had so many thoughts
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