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Πέμπτη 4 Οκτωβρίου 2018

Long Live Neutrophil

Memories are faint, for words were fewOr maybe it was me, hearing nothing I knewLost somewhere in jargon of marrow, purpura, blastWas lurking my cancer, as we stood speechless, aghastTherapy would last for months, we were sent to 10-WestStressing me was my homework, algebra and science are my best"I have got things to do," I play treasure hunt and catchTim's birthday was around, and my baseball matchSitting in the care room, listening about the trialsI knew it was time to endure, no more screams or denials.

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