“Cancer”

Angel,

flies around my head.

Angel,

goes away

but holds my hand,

And I feel alive

I feel dead.

Angel,

is a memory in my hand.

Angel,

has flown to bed.

the monster grew.

Took her wings

took her life.

Angel fly high.

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