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Premonition in the Mental Hospital The pain is so deep. You can't even touch it. "The numbness, the numbness, Rochelle." She used to call out to me From her tomb of a bed. I could not see it. Her outstretched leg Looked unremarkable. "The numbness, the numbness," she said. "Look --" I saw nothing of the rigor mortis. I couldn't imagine feeling nothing. It made no sense. If her leg were truly numb Why did it trouble her so? Why did she tremble With the trepidation Of a lost lamb Glimpsing the shadow of the wolf Up ahead?
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