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Canceled for Cancer

Exhausted by breath excused for the whispers
“How does she do it? What does it look like?”
Talk of cures and tinctures and dragons tails.

Pet Rich Ore

(Dedicated to chemotherapy) I feel a sense of aftermath, In rivers, lakes and ponds. Fog, water’s mystical state Lifted the ground up by noon You can do the math: What’s left over after a storm? Storms send a distinct message Precise, yet misunderstood. They instead try getting attention By bringing up from the roads An

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