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It smells like memories
It is as white as the hospital sheets she slept in 
It’s a warm hug and she is next to me 
My top is a magical potion with endless possibilities
My top whispers and wakes me up at night,
Like the siren of the ambulance at 11:30 that gave me a fright
The shoe lace strings wrap around my head in bed.
Her cancer was adventurous and went everywhere it could
My top is as special as what she was to me.