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Jan 2021
My Manner of Muse

My manner of muse
(rampant in the soul)
is cancer and medication,
my blessing and my curse.
I stand starved for affection,
a rose ripped of its petals,
having only bleeding thorns
dipped in tree toad toxin.
Do I poison you all?

James E. Roethlein copyright 2021
Written by
James E Roethlein  51/M/Middletown, Pa
(51/M/Middletown, Pa)   
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