It starts with your head,
Congested with desire.
It pulls at your eyes,
Burdened with beauty.
It scratches at your throat,
Pained with your taste.
It clings to your body,
Shaking with disaster.
It coarses through your veins,
Polluted with isolated thoughts.
It passes through your heart,
Attacked with absence.
It lives in your brain,
Kidnapped with hope.
Love. Sick.
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