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Half a Block Away - The Cancer Bus
There is no greater sorrow than to recall the misery in time we were happy – Dante A belligerent handshake, a reluctantly shared cab. “You know where to let me out?” Your smile, a dagger, Mouth unwrapping secrets, your sleeves full of cards. My stomach twists into a gilded fist, so hard, Thown at your kiss, attempted like a park drunks staggers you miss, In contretemps to your sadness. I …