You wouldn't use the words
That spoke the truth
About the cancer
Growing inside of you
I went into the other room
To call the nurse
And her voice said,
casually
"Stage four"
Reading from the doctor's
notes
I muted my microphone
Continued to take notes
While my eyes began to
blink
And blur the lines of ink
I underlined the words
You wouldn't use
That spoke the truth
About the end of you
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