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Jan 2016
a cough staying lodged between
your tongue and your throat.
screaming outside startles you.
you are used to being alone
with only the faint tapping,
or illusion of tapping,
in your ear, flooded,
by the ceiling fan set to low.
I've been in bed since Tuesday.
SJ Sullivan
Written by
SJ Sullivan  Kirksville, MO
(Kirksville, MO)   
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