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Nov 2018
the day i found out she was dying,
it was truly like no other
mid-october--
i was twelve

after dinner,
she brought my mom and me downstairs
the four of us sat around the table holding hands;
me, my mom, her, my grandfather;
i thought it could be something good

she tensed up,
squeezed my grandpa's hand,
and took a deep breath

she had cancer
just like she had, five times before; strong woman
Gray
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Gray  18/Genderqueer/Canada
(18/Genderqueer/Canada)   
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   Lorenzo Neltje
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