your eye blinking

I remember the very minute you were born

the sound of 2am corridors

beeps from machines 

corridors covered with patients pictures

on municipal coloured walls

spastic scrawls hurricane colours filled the page

          (There  were grey clouds outside, as if puffed from a giants lungs)
the smell of detergent clean like the air outside 
wrapped up blanket warm 
dirty window slightly ajar
static buzzing electric in the air.
and your eyes
your eyes blinking for the first time

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