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Apr 2015
You have Pneumonia.

You're up at night
your chest is heaving
and the bed shakes from
your chills

and now I can't stop thinking
again
of her,
again,
and how she lived in that
bed while
my life went on
without her.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
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