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Reverse Convalescence
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Not-As-Old old poems
Felt that sharp pain again today
You must be some kind of disease
The way that you stay
Every time I think I’ve healed
You come back stronger
Does anyone have a cure?
Tell me, how much longer?
I need to wash you away
Free my mind from this sickness
You are the plague of day
And you’ve razed my spirit
Somehow passing my façade
And I will smile
but the pain will never fade
