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She had my heart
Tangled,
Like a pair of headphones
And forced me
To face the music outside
The comfort of my own head.
Cancer is a houseguest
in an unwelcoming home.
Picking the lock
and making himself comfortable
Sprawling out on a couch
earned by hard working hands that
He mistakes for his own.

— The End —