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Death was lingering and slow,

as the pain would grow,

intensify,

and show when it has to show,

she tried to laugh,

but good spirits were lacking,

a thin wheeze gave way

to this horrible hacking,

no matter how much she slept,

she managed to wake up exhausted,

consumed, so she wept,

her obsession with life faded,

simply traded,

feigning confusion,

death shaded,

so she would choke,

then she’d smoke.