In the darkness you lurk Waiting to make your move Embedding yourself Into my everyday You feed from my generosity That of my inheritance How do I, tell my girls Who are too old to be nursed Yet too young to be orphaned That You, seek to remove Me from them The notification of your identity Has been made Leaving me to chose Between castration or death Isn`t it the same, anyways Now that I know Your name...Breast Cancer (c) Debra M Martin
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In the darkness you lurk Waiting to make your move Embedding yourself Into my everyday You feed from my generosity That of my inheritance How do I, tell my girls Who are too old to be nursed Yet too young to be orphaned That You, seek to remove Me from them The notification of your identity Has been made Leaving me to chose Between castration or death Isn`t it the same, anyways Now that I know Your name...Breast Cancer (c) Debra M Martin