You are my Disease

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Are you here?

Are you flowing through my vessels,

in my body;

in my human heart?


You make the smoke in my chest.

You make the thud that makes my head swell.

You are killer.


The idea of you,

not here,

it attacks harder and harder.


You are astonishing.


You are my disease.





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