Without Sirens
Ambulance driver full of patience
Setting up the stretcher
Tying up the straps
Hands tight from defense
Metal cuffs rip the skin
Giving in to the trap
Buzz of depot substance
Running through the blood
Calmness brings out overtone
To voices in the head
Call me back once I’m awake
I won’t sleep at home.
Hana Rubinstejnova 
Wonderful post however I was wanting to know if you could write a litte more on this topic? I’d be very thankful if you could elaborate a little bit more. Thank you!
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Hi Benito/Stacey, what is it that you would like to hear more about regarding this topic? What makes you interested in more info? So that I know what to write about. Cheers
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