A Leave for Death
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In my youth, his lips, tender despite age, whispered my cherished pet name. Time has transformed him: lips darkened, beard unkempt, eyes veiled. Hands once gentle now bound in cotton. Yet, each morning's sunrise reminds me: awakening is life's quiet wish, a gift we often overlook
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