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The precious face Doused in make up and covered by black locks 36 years in the making Your internal wounds are not so easily hidden His words have never even made you smitten Oh what have you done?
Dear Nene Can you hear me? If you can please just squeeze my hand I know it hurts you No not the cancer in your breast But the wound it has left The friends it has made in your liver and your lungs