Her skin white as milk
Dressed up in silk
She too was caught
In this disease, so abrupt
Sweet cherry blood
Seeping through her smile like a flash flood
Each sentence followed by a wheeze
Even tons of reassurance couldn't put her at ease
In her eyes, she knew
That her life was long overdue
''I'll search for you in the afterlife, I promise.''
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