Miss You, An Excerpt
I'm sick with your image, yet I refuse to take aid,
I cough up a red goo every day,
For my heart is filled with your love,
I have a fever every night,
For the thought of you makes me warm,
My migraines test the walls of my skull,
For you are all that fills my head
{Poem by Jeremie Guy}
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