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Fever Burn
Purple days, pastel drawings I Crumpled and threw on the floor. I picked them up, unfolded them, And taped them to my bedroom door. Life so cruel I tremble in pain in The rusty colored mornings standing In the dew. My eyes burned and I felt feverish When I thought of you. A bottle of white capsules in My hand one night, and while I stared at them all I could think About was our fatuous fight. You didn’t know I almost died Because when you asked me what I did, I lied. Cancer, tropical nights in a small Town swarming with seagulls and Buildings empty of a shadow or breath. Love dealt my way, then spoiled like Garbage and death. Days crawling with humidity and dragonflies, And I wish you could see me the Way I was before I looked like this. I’ve ripped up all the pictures, but It’s the memories I miss. Whiskey made it so much worse, But I felt no love or hate. On the Wagon I white knuckle agony as I accept my fate.
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