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Feb 2017
“please don’t leave me”
the boy’s voice shook as
he gripped his mother’s
frail hand.  

“i’ll always be with you”
whispered the woman,
who lay on top of the
white sheets, covered
with a thick, blue blanket.

she smiled for the last time
to the boy sitting down next
to the bed, before whispering
the words, “i love you.”
chris
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chris  21/F/tokyo
(21/F/tokyo)   
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