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Apr 2020
im sick
blown full of holes then
congested
heat and cold
are my sun and moon
the night and day
a switch flippedv within seconds
the whole nine yards\
but the only yards of mine
are the tendrils of sickness
laid out like racetrack down my tongue
into my inner systems
im typing this in bed as i have tge flu or some *******. sorrin for spelling sand rttypos i cant thinkb straight how do you think i came up with this posm
Written by
kain  Non-binary/Haven, ME
(Non-binary/Haven, ME)   
75
   Perry
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