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[ euthanasia ]
For
Andrew
Frustration,
As I see your fragile body,
Your heart pulsating persistently
Within your decrepit, withered frame
I want to end this suffering,
Crush this distorted weakened form,
To free your beautiful soul
From this crippled shell.
But then I turn away, sorrowed;
Silently cursing my integrity.
© ACR, written 15/4/99
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