Pathogen

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I sneak upon you,
in the middle of the night..
A virulent pathogen,
hidden from sight..
You are startled awake, 
realizing its become harder to breathe..
Your chest painfully contracts,
from my bacterial disease..
You try to scream out,
but your voice is trapped within..
Death comes swiftly,
your life has come to an end..

- C. Pantoja

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