Sober notes of sickness swirl in the bowl
Water cleansing sadness doesn't save me
Sleepy dreams in your head cast me a fool
And tonight's chilled air fuels the coming freeze
Echos of small breath start and stop with coughs
That match my broken air in size and sound
Fever climbs too high --sanity is lost
Exhausted minds melt and fall to the ground
Hot and cold, cold and hot bring too much change
My body (and heart) cannot readjust
To unstable waves of comfort and pain
Close the door behind you. Leave if you must.
The cure for my illness is always you
I grow worse as you ignore what to do
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