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Dec 2015
I had a dream of walls of white,

I panicked and I couldn't quite

Reach for the line you threw for me.

I woke. Then almost instantly

I saw your face. A summer hill

Beneath you, swayed, but you were still.

I looked into your eyes and cried,

I felt my cancer grow inside.

I ran and ran until I fell.

I couldn't catch your carousel.
JC
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JC  Germany
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