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All through a long, lonely, longing night’s vigil
Jo is engulfed by a darkening ocean
of grief, guilt and shame, swept
out on a rip tide of rising despair
And Chrissie, bound fast to the mast of artificial
respiration, evokes a desperate notion
of the Hesperus, shipwrecked
on the reefs of high-intensity care.
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