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Nov 2020
My therapy is chemical,
I go for weekly sessions.
My artery is femoral,
the site of my injection.

The venom attacks the mitosis
of my splitting cell.
Dyspepsia takes over
like a spinning carousel.
For the people reading and wandering, I do not have cancer. I work in the medical field (for many years) and I am just writing about my environment.
Rebecca
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Rebecca  42/F/Houston
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