Jan 2019
There’s a hole in your throat
Where your harsh words
were once birthed
Your once strong exterior
Is now slouching flesh
You’re wrinkled, worn
The chemo left you sick
Where your harsh words
were once birthed
Your once strong exterior
Is now slouching flesh
You’re wrinkled, worn
The chemo left you sick
(F)
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