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The Fever

April 27, 2008
By Anonymous

The fever, a fragile
Dove above my head
Circles finely in
the window's net
Coughs up blood
Is stained red
dies with spindles
through eyes led
to my forehead
Where I am dead.
Trickle, drop down to the ground.
Find the flower underneath the Grey spewed tower.


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