23.09.2017 г., 21:40 ч.

A bag of pretty fears 

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A bag of pretty words,
a bag of bad predictions,
a bag to help the poor
instead of benediction -
My hands shake when I reach in,
I tense up waiting for an answer,
but I know benediction
can't help in case of cancer.
I talk to you with mask on,
the one who talks ain't me.
I'm but a tool that cancer
has sharpened with a creed. ...

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