he's dancing he swayze her in his arms it's a movie an old movie he is happy a very unique joy doing what he adores a love like parents feel for their new born baby it's a love you don’t know exists until the very moment you live it usually only reserved for your art or children i am watching Patrick with a tear in my eye tell my friends ‘it's just a bit of dust’ i'm sad no more then sad in that moment he is unaware he will die young unaware he will fight like a brave warrior take on pancreatic cancer without even a whimper he beats it for maybe an extra year of life in the end the end (an all too familiar set of words) the last two words of a film this is different an end a human life stolen sends a chill even through arctic regions the dirty C too many lost to this disease draws my ire he does die young he passes as gracefully as he danced i'm watching the movie i think to myself no i speak it out loud pancreatic cancer now that's what i call Dirty Dancing
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