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The sharpest Blade - Oct. 23, 2020

  • Gary Hunter
  • Oct 23, 2020
  • 1 min read

at the end of the hundred forks

of the hundred paths we did our best

to choose the sharpest blade awaits

death in dark scrubs preps for

our most critical surgery and begins needing no assistance

in hopes for a recovery

in the new events possibly amassing

and for those who might be waiting

and watching over our bed

a pair of eyes flutter shut

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