allergy
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Almost fifty-three years ago, I became your grandson.You died 30 years ago today at the age of seventy-one.You became sick when a doctor prescribed you some Dilantin.
Tick tock to a halt; it’s one, then two, then stop
Her breathing slows, her small throat swells
Tears are rolling down her cheeks
It may seem morbid, it may seem wrong
But I’m not ashamed of how I feel
