The white coat made everyone even the hallway bow on his presence
tapping sound of silky leather shoes echoed with sirens of emergency
as he orbits the rooms while picking up injuries
sometimes he succeed, sometimes there aren't any chance at all
on his pride he learned how to deliver grief
sometimes he succeed, sometimes he got spitted
but among the distress he regularly ate,
he learned how to be sincere.
after all, his coat wasn't the only thing that's white.
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