Cancer With Friends

Exotic and foreign object, 

Maligned to find time to find out in time.

 

We all must die.  

 

Unpleasant to rhyme, think, say, or speak.

 

We were best friends, and she was diagnosed last week.

Now, I feel weak, prognosis bleak.

 

The story of life, there is always a story of loss.  

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