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Demon
by
Cinnamon Brown
He preys
over my thoughts and dreams
He shortens the very air I breathe
This demon sometimes makes me think he went away
Then he pops up to remind me that he is here to
stay
I sometimes wish he'd pick on someone else
And leave me to myself
That is when I realize that he doesn't only haunt
me
But he also torments others constantly
I ask him why but he doesn't answer
At least I know his first name
and it is cancer
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