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No one notices as he sneaks
Fresh blood pulled through his teeth
A healthy body slowly cries.
Strangled of blood supply
Slowly, the beast continues to devour
Greedily, licking his lips.
Feeding every minute of every hour
Never stopping to feel remorse.
Unable to feel what he does not have
A being without a soul
He is out of control
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I am a beggar on the street.
I do not ask for money.
I ask for life as I weep.
Chemo prolongs life.
Chemo takes life
Doing nothing, certain death
Growing tired, cannot rest
Where is the Oracle?
Out seeking miracles
The beast will not stop
He feeds on life
He seeks the soul
Frenzied and out of control
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Unable to breathe in deep
Fresh air a forgotten memory
A healthy body slowly cries
A lung being forced to die
It holds on. Dedicated to life
It continues to struggle
It continues to fight
It does all it can to simply breathe
Until I cry and fall to my knees
Renee Robinson