lxxx

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2:56 am

i held

my wiltering grandmother's hand in mine

rubbed my youthful skin against her wrinkles

even in her suffering

and sickness that gives no mercy

even to the lightest of angels

she gave a sleepy smile

one i remember as a child

i used to sit in her lap

she lays in mine now

you can go home now

i said

it's okay

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