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I was trapped on this sickbed
my strength diminishing,
and these viruses
tore apart my antibodies,
leaving me helpless,
wrapped inside the cuddle
of a blizzard.

Maybe a touch of your lips
could be the cure
but you were so far away
in a distant land,
on an island of enchantment;
I dwelt inside a rainforest
of predestined doom.

You finally came
but not to rescue me;
you were another virus
wearing false affection
as a disguise,
feasting on the proteins
in my cells,
leaving behind a barren
segment that used to be
a part of you inside me.

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