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we are all born in hospitals
long faded corridors
footsteps echo in the silence
the air is filled with the smell
of medicines and chlorine
the walls are steeped in sickness
our names are in the register
everything is under control
papers in the files
the files under lock and key
a guard at the entrance
today no one can get in
to see you
it's getting dark outside
behind the building the mortuary
get your feet off there
says the cleaner