I lay on the land
The warmth of it made my back warm
The warmth goes through my body
It was not warmth but a tumor
I had sun cancer.
The doctor says nothing can be done.
I turn to Jesus
He helps me
But I still fucking died in the end.
-Kren
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Author:
Kren (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A true story. Still recovering from death
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