Who is this strange
maiden? Who is she?
Fake flaming hair and
eyes like faded marble;
the cracks are part
of the perfection.
Exhale, watch the cancer dance,
watch it bob and weave before
your eyes. Death is beautiful, or
you're stuck in an addicted trance.
But persevere, brave soldier!
Fight on! She is worth the
effort, worth the stress and
unsightly blisters. She'll give
you all that you desire; good
company, unlimited wishes,
second-hand cancer and
butterfly kisses.
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