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A Slow Demise

February 26, 2015
By Anonymous

Inflamed nostrils
Painful headache
Blowing noses
So raw it looks like roses

Pale cheeks
Bags under eyes
My body feels too weak 
I walk as a circus freak

Dizziness
Amnesia
So much exhaustion
I desire sleep in a coffin

Full of germs
People squirm
Please cure the common cold
For I am only growing old

No hope
Anger and despair
I blow my nose and a baby cries
This illness is a slow demise



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