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When you see I look just fine,
looking like im having fun,
it's that Trelegy ellipta, all mine,
my life saving,
horribly hard-core,
expensive friend.
Improves quality of life
but hastens that final end.
It's that daringly dubious
double edged sword.
There's no purpose in intubation.
But I beat him back 
as best I can,
armed with Z-packs 
and other medication,
his staph advances once again.
I am armed and ready.

I stand at the gate,
watching closely,
I know his plan
to hit me harder 
to extract that fee,
but I know just when to strike,
the moment to open that Z.
I have to laugh,
going home has never been so much fun,
i'm certainly not suffering.
But he will come
like a thief in the night
to take me home
suddenly.
I know not when.

"And magnificently we will flow...
into the mystic..."  (Van Morrison)

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