Cancer

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Deep and endless circles whirl
Hollowed out and cold
I feel the pain
I see the pain

Dust rings and bends its way around his face
The cracks from a foreign smile linger
Holes in his arms
Holes in my heart

His bed swallows the floating form
A breath so weak and mild
Salt water down his face
Down my face

Try and believe
When he cries there
Try as he dies there
Try?

He turns from me
Recoils his bones from me
Blonde curls only a shadow
Smoothed out and raw

I would die
I would loose
I would kill
I would





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