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The last green leaf on the tree
And the labor-and-delivery nurse at hour eleven,
The ancient peeling bathroom wallpaper
And the old dog,
The third shift gas station attendant
And the 20-year-old converse at the back of the closet,
The moon in the morning
And the sun at night,
And me.
Q Jul 2014
I'm woozy and cold
My hands are shaking, my stomach is ******
I don't feel well
I don't want to feel like this.

But I've got a goal
I'll reach it or die trying; sink or swim
I'm a fighter with a lighter
And I plan to win.

— The End —