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Nov 2019
When I am ill
I’m not numb, I hum
With radiation everywhere

Far more aware of how tall I am
And filled with ache
With stale, dull, air

It’s like a flower wilted is
It’s like a moonlit night neath clouds
It’s like I cannot feel, yet all is feeling all around

When I am ill
And feeling
Inexplicably, down
Ill And Fog

Sickness With The Down

Open up your ache and let it flow unto... blahh
Colm
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Colm
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     A, Eva syed, WildFire, --- and shamamama
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