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Anthrax, and a Lover Called Cipro
'Anthrax, and a lover called Cipro'
my true love
you came an saved me
with no arms of your own
you washed down to the soul of me
giving righteousness in the pit of me
and i screamed out the motto
dum spiro, spero: while I breathe, I hope
and wonder why it took you two year
to call out my name, and save me
from the wrong perilously medical pills of over expose Amoxicillin
and sadly i new (knew) i would not be saved for long
it still lives in my lung and when i smile my teeth
the doc says is anthrax to the out!
and this will be my end
for the best way to infect in ut
is to case it at someone window fan
and let the dust ring out!!
by:lyricvixen bares the true
Disclaimer: THE Poem Does NOT Provide Medical Advice AND IS FOR Information Purposes Only. IT IS NOT Intended TO BE A Substitute FOR Professional Medical Advice OR Treatment.13 years ago abuse • dark • pain • true
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