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Echoes of playtime
Walking around an empty hospital
Hearing voices, standing still
It's a strange feeling
Knowing there's no one on these grounds
Empty beds are blocking
As painful feelings are unlocking
Buried away in their homes
Scarred, anxious and alone
Yet the voices are protruding
Rebounding and allusive
Screams of fun and play come across
From another world now at a ...
Wednesday 10th July 2024 3:32 pm
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