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My body carnaged of illness born
Chest cold and cough today seem sworn
To take me down as fever waits
To break maybe or seal my fate
Sleep has become too MIA
My eyes have seen a better day
Sneezing and sweats have come to play
Roles they wouldn't want any other way
My muscles seem to hold their own
But they too tire and too condone
This onslaught where this virus strains
Whats left of me just short of pain
Yet in this battle there is a pill
Yet to be taken, I call my fill
The remedy that cures all things
Is her I love, my everything
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