Once upon a time there was a tumour
that lived inside a happy person who
did not want to die. We should
make the best of our time together,
said the tumour. So they bought a camera
and began to live like tourists.
Soon they had visited every museum
and gallery and shopping centre
in the land. I shall miss you,
said the tumour as they lay in bed. They
looked through their photos one last time,
which were now of nothing more
than someone frequently smiling
and standing alone.
Then the person's eyes began to close.
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