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'Abrupt Shoulder Edge'

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I’ve become allergic to breathing,
sucking air through the lump in my throat
to the mass of cancer that keeps beating.

The hours are too long,
this day decays,
and what strength is left?
I am no Mary
and you are certainly no Lazarus-
we cannot raise the dead, but,
we have been known to wake the neighbors.
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COMMENTS
Uriah Hamilton 03 February 2006
I fear this allergy myself! ! Once again, you capture inner sadness with sensitive depth.
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Jackson Riley 03 February 2006
I like this a lot. especially the last few lines.
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Shelley B. Keats 03 February 2006
Nice to see you writing Amberlee.
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