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Ill Conceived

AKA: I Should Have Looked Up The Definition Again Before Writing


Chills 
shiver 
up the spine, 
settling in to 
chatter teeth which clench,
a vain attempt to hide
from the world that illness grips
tight, weakening muscles, blurring
thought, and chaining imagination.

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