MY DESTINYS TEST My tumor grows in my memories net. My eyes are too blind to read my destinys test. My tumor is my leather belt but my humor might melt. The erupted lava cant be lavish on a wood deck. My neck aches as it wonders what I packed in my hat. I know, darling, any cancer is a grey rat. I know, darling, I cant reach your chest. Your absence is my cancers tent. A memory is becoming a canary and I must be its nest.
Posted on: Mon, 12 Jan 2015 09:38:48 +0000
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