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Amanda M. BabyCovered in the blood Exposed to the cold dark world The first and last time Cleaned with a towel It’s too rough against the skin The vision is blurred Beginning to cry The smiling faces confuse Know nothing of pain Now the smiles fade Turning to horror and shock Cannot stop staring Rushed to a white room Skin the color of the sky Eyes wide, lips purple The crying has stopped And the clean white fades to black But there is a light The light comes closer It dazzles in the darkness Soon it envelops White figures are still The small body in their arms Breathing its last breath Wrapped in a white cloth Sheets now wet with tears and blood Parents dressed in black Untouched is the cradle, The baby pink room barren Like the parent’s hearts Baby is at peace In a glossy black coffin Now six feet under |
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