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Cancer

I can hear pain
Named Cancer
Trying to maim
There's no answer

I watch it dance
In his eyes
With just a glance
Silence cries

A hidden scream
Quite suppressed
Wants out it seems—
Loathsome guest

His mind twice failed
And quickly
His body jailed
And sickly

What used to be
Hidden deep
Is now quite free
For this we grieve





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