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Icy fingers are clutching me
Gripping so tight, But I can't feel them touching me Try as I might. I'm like a stone without feeling After the word, Cancer; my senses are reeling At what I've heard. Might be cancer, doctor has said, I'm in deep shock Can't take it in, I've lost the thread, I try to block Dark thoughts from rising in my mind. Images there, Already plentiful I find, I gulp for air. I look at my husband's calm face, Love floods my heart, Of fear there isn't any trace, I'll do my part. He takes my hand, he's understood My silent plea, I'd take his place if I could, Let it be me.
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