Napalm explodes at dusk; dusty falling stars reign in the alignment of a foggy figure, dressed in black, raining pins and needles beneath thin skin — an unbearable voice rings through my head; indeed, it saturates my body, reminding me goodbye's just a step away.
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The Lonely Position of Neutral
PoetryBen's throat cancer has returned. Living a lonely life, he found a woman he loves but finds out she's been unfaithful. Ben starts to think the lonely position of neutral isn't that bad. He writes poems and dialogue narratives. Will Ben survive cance...
