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Aug 2020
An empty hospital bed in the living room
  morphine pills in the fridge and bed pan
  full but forgotten in the night's grief.
  They took her body away and I still cry
  every night even though it's been years.
My 87 year old neighbor lost her dearest child to cancer and can't wait to join her.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  76/M/New Bern, NC
(76/M/New Bern, NC)   
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   Imran Islam
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