Shake this sad feeling off
with burning remains
screaming with the kiss of a flame
pain is the only medicine
to keep me well and keep me going
to fight off the bacteria and the viruses
which keep me down and keep me sick, sometimes.
Nostalgia is a lover that never left my bedside
And your mother, she weeps too at night.
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