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Monday, March 24, 2014

Symptoms

Sometimes I feel sick.
It's a green ooze, sticky, stinks.
An internal slime.

Other times I'm fine,
Head up, smiling wide, golden.
A beacon of pride.

Then those other days,
where I don't feel anything.
Those are the worst ones.

What's the solution...
what prescription do I take?
I've heard of one... love.


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