Non-Erotic PoetryNoise from the cancer wardA tiny hand between my two,
Cold from the
Drip
Drip
Drip of killing juice.
My warmth goes out,
Replaced with strength,
That overflows.
Through eyes,
Deeper than an ocean trench,
Fuller than the snowy sky.
My little teacher.
Sleep.
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