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Laurie
It is cold Silent The world outside It is cold Screaming The world inside The clock says She is dying As does her face Too young the woman Too young her daughters Too old her friend Two holidays pass Will she have more? Poverty is the cancer Undetected No testing Money comes to her now Donations Scolarships The gift of life? Diminished Nonexistent Her feet are cold Her hands are cold Yet she breathes Another day It is cold Silent The world outside It is cold Dead Her world inside January 5th 2001
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