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Cancer

Sometimes I relate too much
to the month I was born.

It's taken too much of me
The end of summer sends
streaks of fire through my soul
and the backs of my eyelids sting with July

Cancer, creak my fingers
as I struggle to make my pen feel

anything other than rage.
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Wednesday, November 23, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: family,friends,love,self image,summer
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