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GOOD DEATH
a long and easy life-a wife;
one who cleans and cooks.
mother joined in our games,
crayoned in our books.
now she's barely there-
anticipating her last breath,
a shadow with silver hair,
hoping for a good death.
~ Broken Wings ~
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