My illness
I think I'm coming down with something.
Can't shake it.
I can feel it in my head and body.
It making me weak and dizzy.
I feel numb all over.
It's you
You're my virus
My cold in December
My migraine
Sick in you
My flue in spring
I want sick with you
Don't want a cure
Just want to be sick.
With you
Deborah R. Shaw
The Silent Stalker
( c ) 2014
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