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poetry | nightlife | urbanThere are gargoyles guarding
The hospital doors.
The wounded may come in as long as
They don’t get blood on to the floors.

So in order to visit the sick
I go where they sell their pain
I watch them plead for us
To sip their life right from the veins.

And I dimly wondered, if
Someone really should announce
‘Is there a doctor in the house?
Is there a doctor in the house!’

Kuala Lumpur

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