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Feb 2020
The way you infect my blood
I am unable to fight your disease
My pale skinned face red with heat
My troubled head goes without ease

Bones are frail, you allow me no sustenance
I lie weak in my bed drenched in sweat
I know you are gone for all of tonight
so why does it feel like you never left?

Tortured heart racing, keeping me alive
My labored breaths keep me from sleep
Tossing and turning, feeling you near
My mind spiraling from your fever dream

I feel the end is making camp nearby
Death's cold, unjust hand rests on my my own
You make your way throughout my body
Until at last my body becomes your home
Thanks for reading
Savannah
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Savannah
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