deafening white, a blank canvas where healing is art,
but beneath the blank, rests a blanket of blood,
because death is promised, no one mentions that part,
although there is cessation, hope will come like a flood,
A warmth of compassion, threading through sterile gloves,
The sight of science and humanity, bound by love.
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