Questions To My Lump - Poem by Anne Jensen
Where do you come from
and what is your plan?
We don't talk the same language
and I don't undestand
Are you harmless
or are you a devil?
I guess, I don't know your level
How will you behave
and will you grow?
Between the two of us
I will be the last to know
My doctor will tell me if you are good or bad
It's up to you whatever I will be glad or sad
Tonight we will rest
Me and the lump in my breast
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