Goodbye machines and thank you for everything
your time is up now as her breathing comes to an end
you can sure now rest and stop that endless blinking
that very one tone sound you sing.
blaring tirelessly
of love, life and its ending.
no more late night talking
no more nervous glaring.
enough of those feelings
solitary of life as human being.
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