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Apr 10
Your breath rattles in a fragile chest
the heart feebly clanks to push blood
when there's a bit in the aorta. You're a
young man in an ancient failing body by
an unknown disease. You lean on a cane
slumped in a chair waiting for a miracle
that won't come for you. You're a skeleton.
We fear death. We fear you. I fear ignorance.
Bailey-Boushay House provides exceptional and compassionate care to people with ***/AIDS as well as end-of-life care for people with ALS and other complex conditions.
William J Donovan
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William J Donovan  71/M/Charlotte, NC
(71/M/Charlotte, NC)   
   Imran Islam
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