Cold chills then hot sweats
The stomach bug infests fast
Insides all wrung out
Leave me alone to suffer
but a bit of soup is nice
submitted for napowrimo, Day 11, tanka
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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen
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Thursday, April 11, 2013
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