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an autumn room

john sweet


locked inside an autumn room
feeling the days slip past like
missed chances wishing for pure
white wings and the strange
sensation of knowing that death
isn't such a terrifying idea
when it could come at any
second and the drugs do nothing
to mask the pain everything
laid bare like an endless desert
of naked truth and only a
fleeting regret a momentary
sadness who can smille and kiss
this cancer away

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