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*"I know it's back. I can feel it; The pressure behind the eyes..."* He's sixty. Missing front teeth Make his grins cartoonish And contageous. Some days Colleague, others Father. Now, hammer-steel Eyes well up. Hands like Shovels pretend to scratch the Bridge of his nose. Devil Cancer. Ugly, old ******* When he passes on, Valhalla Awaits. Don't tell me there's no battle In this.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
Devil Cancer
*"I know it's back. I can feel it; The pressure behind the eyes..."* He's sixty. Missing front teeth Make his grins cartoonish And contageous. Some days Colleague, others Father. Now, hammer-steel Eyes well up. Hands like Shovels pretend to scratch the Bridge of his nose. Devil Cancer. Ugly, old ******* When he passes on, Valhalla Awaits. Don't tell me there's no battle In this.
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Dec 6, 2016
Dec 6, 2016 at 8:32 AM UTC
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