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I knew your inside and your last name.
The tattoos on your skin
and the baby in your uterus.
We shared secrets and a stage,
while wearing big, soft bunny suits.
You were cancer -
The sickness I never knew.
The fast, the brave, the fearless
and all things I was not.
We exchanged thoughts,
as if words or ideas never led to action.
You were someone -
I never knew your inside or your last name.
The tattoos on your skin were real,
while the baby and the cancer never were.
We shared fear and grief,
but you flew away and I was left startled.
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
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Written on 2013-12-28 at 21:24
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Someone, but not you
You were you -I knew your inside and your last name.
The tattoos on your skin
and the baby in your uterus.
We shared secrets and a stage,
while wearing big, soft bunny suits.
You were cancer -
The sickness I never knew.
The fast, the brave, the fearless
and all things I was not.
We exchanged thoughts,
as if words or ideas never led to action.
You were someone -
I never knew your inside or your last name.
The tattoos on your skin were real,
while the baby and the cancer never were.
We shared fear and grief,
but you flew away and I was left startled.
Poetry by FrancescaLuca
Read 1308 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2013-12-28 at 21:24
Tags Sickness Lies Friendship
Save as a bookmark (requires login) Write a comment (requires login) Send as email (requires login) Print text
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