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On the way out
he turned to me
arms raised
hands clasped above his head.
It was a brave gesture
which for a moment
waved away
the shadow on his lung.
I did something with my face
it might have been a smile
or a scream.
My mind already walking
through its glass door.
(c) Eric Ashford June 08
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