One day I saw my mirror.
While he is crying by the hospital bed.
My ideal character beside me
She was dry.
But I thirst for his liquid.
That turned into this beating human inside me,
As the puddle mirrors me
I unconsciously splashed myself.
With his sweat. blood. tears.
And by the chillingly cold corridors
We both cried.
While the puddle of liquid
Of lost life ,
That was wiped away and put
Into white gauze and thrown,
Into a black plastic bag,
Cry as loud.
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