fingers feel so cold
not eating for my throat's closed
I'm licking out the soup bowl
feel I've lost complete control
nothing but a mind roll
I'm staring at my blank face
so pale I look a different race
It's getting very late
but I have a headache
and my paper's due at eight
I cough up a lung
along with my lunch
on everything I need
and nothing I don't
Dear Sickness
leave me now
before it is too late
and we part for the last time.
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