Alone I set In the quiet of the waiting room's expanse,
In the hush of the hospital's late-night embrace,
Hearing only that humming sound, echoing all around
like the rhythm of a symphony, soft and profound,
It dances and lingers, in a delicate trance,
Where solitude reigns and shadows trace,
The lyrics of solace, the only sound to be found,
The humming of a vending machine in this sacred space.
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