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If you're a plague to me then what's the cure? or what's the solve that would my symptoms ease? that you're the cause is sure to me, past sure, you are in every meaning my disease. Unless you're poison,that's a different case, a malady that time cannot undo. Only antidote can win that race, so I must find an antidote most true. They'll farm a snake to take its venom out make remedy from that which else is death so if I need a medicine sans doubt the ingredients are your manner, words and breath. Then close to you is where I'll find my cure and close to you my sickness will endure.
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
Ms. Malady, a Sonnet
If you're a plague to me then what's the cure? or what's the solve that would my symptoms ease? that you're the cause is sure to me, past sure, you are in every meaning my disease. Unless you're poison,that's a different case, a malady that time cannot undo. Only antidote can win that race, so I must find an antidote most true. They'll farm a snake to take its venom out make remedy from that which else is death so if I need a medicine sans doubt the ingredients are your manner, words and breath. Then close to you is where I'll find my cure and close to you my sickness will endure.
jack-fitzgerald
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Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
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