Dregs drained, sleepwalker drunken stagger,
Words struggled out between coughs ;once, again,
Desperation soup and cough medications,
Goose bump-driven body fragrant with exhaustion,
Needing to do things, but having no strength
With which to do them, only the battle against
Invisible demons, poem of sickness scratched
On paper the output of a single forlorn day.
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