Fever

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The heat of illness is dragging me down,

I try picking myself up,

But then,

I see it frown.

Walking with an effort of

Lifting a gigantic burden

On my head.

Thinking with an effort of,

Leviathan abnormality in my thoughts.

The shaken up tragedies,

Playing card show in my mind.

The built up tears,

Of my heart becoming surfacing.


Just a bug,

Makes a man,

Not himself.

Just a microbe,

Can shake existence,

Of happy living inside.

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This is funny! :P

I hope you all will like it even then. :)


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