Your dimples stopped showing
And the numbers started growing.
They added to the odds
Against you being happy
One, one, two, three
And a sum grew due to Fibonacci
Except it wasn’t a shell
Or row of seeds in a flower
He made his number more,
He made it much higher
He counted the cells, he multiplied
And made evil that would take another man’s life
So your smile stopped glowing
And your world became this;
The cancer inside him,
Ate at your soul instead.
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