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Mar 2012
I can't I can I can't
this growth this tumour this curse
keeps growing expanding
my chest my back my hands
ache and bleed
the turning the twisting the splitting
ripping stabbing pulling
I stood we stood
I can I can't I can
I do.
Rhiannon Rees
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