There is a
Sickness
inside of me.
I can feel it.
It starts
in my head,
then
spreads through
my blood.
But there is
no pain
in the process.
Only
dread
and
a great sense of-------
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Poetry For The Odd
PoetryPoems by Coco. Weird pieces of poetry that sometimes don't make sense. But I hope you enjoy!
