Beautiful woman whose name is Cancer,
Why does your face pervade the senses?
In my mind you are a dancer –
Now balance upon shaky fences.
Speak not with tongue of silver
Prey not on trusting love
In their minds men have killed her –
The woman, the soiled dove
Yet in my mind she wears her mask
Her sideshow act goes on
Will she stay if I ask?
Would that be so wrong?
Questions can be asked forever
But no answers can be drawn
For in this act there is another
With love like languished dawn
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