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Cancer (Free verse) by mindsigns It changes and grows
through veins so helpless
until the inevitable
I am your source
tempted and useless
chided and vile
partaking in your irony
so that I may fixate
so shall you submit.
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Posted: March 22, 2005 6:46 AM PST; Last modified: March 25, 2005 5:05 AM PSTWeighted score: 5.1788044 Overall Rank: 4933 Comments:
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Dovina @ 12.72.33.77
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25-Mar-05/2:36 PM
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Aparently, you are speaking to the cancer in "I am your source . . ." If so, the first word should be "You." Try changing "fixate" to "die."
Hey, did you ever notice that no one likes cancer?
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