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dreams of riding a horse styled in dressage,
smiling at every single sarcastic message,
in a bed of comfort but from the drugs,
as memories of others flood with hugs,
more dreams pass through the mind,
wondering if anything undone or left behind,
swinging hair that floats away in strands,
rotting inside with pain as she stands,
dreams of being a performing dancer,
all taken away as she is dieing of cancer.