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The Hospital
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Society I am well acquainted with this place
where we only say hellos and goodbyes.
A crying newborn juxtaposed
with a dying septuagenarian.
There is no in between here;
despite the walls, there is no gray area.
It's a place for joyous greetings
and heartbreaking farewells.
It smells like sterile death
and the nurses' faces read the same.
I don't expect emotion from strangers,
but the halls are filled with indifference.
Whatever happened to human sympathy;
it must have been dead on arrival.
