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I wrote this when the option of euthanasia was raised concerning my grandma. Thankfully though, the idea was trashed.
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Darkening red
An unending battle
Tears of blood
A hopeless flower
That wilts in the cold winter
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Death's door opens
Coldness seeps the veins
A never ending struggle
Of life and death remain
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The changing of times: from darkness of winter to the light of spring...
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