Nov 28, 2007
the hardest job in the world
I’m keeping you warm, covered, hopefully as comfortable as possible
but you probably don’t know, or care.
Your brain stopped working within an hour of your wreck.
Your mother, brother, sister all cried, and then left you with me.
I just heard, now all we need is an operating suite
to harvest your organs.
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