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Jan 2014
I can remember your face
It was the last time I saw you
I can see you clearly
With the pained expression on your face
As I read your get well cards to you
You began to mouth words
But you couldn't form the sounds
Those breathless word were the last thing you told me
I wish I knew what they were
Quinn
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Quinn  22/F/Purgatory
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