Poem -
Sickness and I
The sickness feeds meÂ
Starves me, and feeds me againÂ
A sickness that dresses meÂ
Makes me naked without itÂ
A sickness so lonelyÂ
It feeds on menÂ
Retches recoveryÂ
It doesn’t want to quitÂ
The sickness eats me
Spits me out, and swallows me againÂ
A sickness that holds me closelyÂ
To spend my life withÂ
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