Pink isn't feminine

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She's fading, but there's nothing I could
possibly do in this life.
My words are paper, thin and flammable.
my throat burns and I can't find myself
able to talk as her heartbeat slows.
I hold on tight. "Please stay." I cry.
"You know I can't." She rasps out.
"Do you see them?" Her smile is bright and her eyes
are blurry with tears.
"See who?" I frantically look about, praying to God
she's talking about nurses.
"The angel!" Her voice is hoarse and quiet.
"Ive been looking at her all along, baby." I cry harder, setting my head on her lap, I can't watch her leave me. The line goes flat.
and the shrill beep sounds like an alarm, making me want to believe even more that this is a dream.
The nurses try to tear us apart, but I am hysterical, they couldn't possibly separate us. With sedatives they can.

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HES OUTLINED IN PINK
HE CANT HEAR ME SHOUTING HIS NAME
IT REALLY MAKES YOU THINK
HOW THINGS CANT STAY THE SAME.