A cup I touched warmed my skin from within; an image of cracked lips splashed a hint of spice whipping through my life are rapid statements of exchanges with a sense of heat I couldn't bear to touch.
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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...
