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How Do You Feel?

We are all going to burn.
Remember New York?
She answered.

It is a Holy War,
She muttered through her
childlike voice.

In restraints, no nurse
near to wipe away
the saliva

dripping from overmedication.
She smiled and said,
I'll see you on Christmas.