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East Kent, 9 January 2019
At hospital corridor’s cluttered end
Your bed was veiled like a Muhammadan
Tubes not talk ushered from your mouth
My soliloquy in time ran out
A murmuration of medics began to close
You spelled a message with your toes:
G-O-H-O-M-E-X.
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