2002-11-15
out white door...
Now when walk past I see his hair has begun to thin
it's patchy preparing to fall out
skin pale and mottled,eyes sunken.
You see they pump chemicals through his veins to kill the invaders in his blood.
he's still standing there.
barely blinking, handing over change and groceries.
Battle scars from doctors.
bruises delivered by
tourniquets instead of virgin lips.
Clock off, say goodbye.
Oh pretty baby I know I haven't misread...
that look in yr eye.
He knows what it feels like to die.
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