6th of December

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Dear father There can be no doubt The outcome of the operation was conclusive They couldn't remove it In two days, I start the chemotherapy I don't rate my chances I'm too young Much too young It's growing, I know it Why me? Why now? For what reason? I've sent Anna away Her things are standing in the hall Boxes of books and a suitcase She gave me a picture of Italy I hung it above granddad's sofa Otherwise, the rooms are empty Clinical, as you'd say How apt Don't worry I'm strong Your son