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The Shield

Under the filth of my addiction

Is my solitude

I am left alone with a cancer

That I cannot cure

As it grows, my mouth becomes dry

And I find everything tasteless

But I am bound to eat it forcibly

Since there’s no pleasure to celebrate

Except for my heartache

The cancer gives me solace

And my tears salt it to be consume

As the tolerance is futile

It is swept underneath

And becomes my shield

Published inSorrow

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