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Maker Wake-up call from the ether, Earlier than usual. Bad news. (Always is, Ma) They found something. Both breasts. Specialist, a surgeon: “I wish I could say it’s nothing.” 65, ready: “It’s up to the Lord now.” He who wrote the cosmic shitlist. In ink. Did you really think You’d outlive your anger? Or mine?
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