He said three words,
such strange words;
they made no sense
to me.
Sitting on a bench
in the middle
of a sea
of white and medicine
staring at nothing
thinking of everything.
He looked around,
he looked at me,
he looked around
once more,
and said
“I want cancer.”
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Ramblings on a Weary World
RastgeleThe first three parts were originally on Figment.com, but I copied them to here so you guys can read them. Just a warning: I write these when it's really late at night and I'm in contemplative moods. Be aware that there are dreary things in here...
