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Wheeze wheeze wheeze
When will this disease
Ever leave me be
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Wheeze wheeze wheeze
People come in a breeze
To wish me safe recovery
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Wheeze wheeze wheeze
Don't be one to tease
Have you seen me lately
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Wheeze wheeze wheeze
I'm covered up in sheets
I'm dead now baby
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Whispers | Poetry
PoetryMy poetry is gold Written with a smirk or a scowl Poured out from the depths of my soul And mashed to words in a bowl decanted in the form of ink on rusty paper folds worth more than the price of mink my treasure to behold I write about my life and...
