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Mar 2021
RPL
When my brother died,
I cried quietly.
Spontaneously
Efficiently.

I slumped down in my chair
And hug-held myself.
Echoes,
Memories.

Oddly, it was also the happiest day
Of my life.
Finally my warrior, my friend, my guide is pain free
After years of cancer slavery.

Safe journey Bro.
Love you.
pancreatic cancer rapes you over and over.  hh
Hank Helman
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Hank Helman
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