Voice trapped in throat
Lungs set on fire
By a never ending cough
A sore body lying
Perfectly still
That's how I've been I'll.
Eyes closed. Sleep.
Eyes open. Weep.
Mouth opens. Nothing...
No sound. Not even a whisper.
Days spent sipping tea
Days as long as years
There was an eclipse I didn't see
Seems like I miss everything...
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