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You Must Fight

Fight the fever, child

Make right the crooked clock

syncopating those cringing seconds

that slip so quickly from your brain

If you must stay tucked away

Hydrate your corpse and feed

to keep your lungs strong

you’ll need to speak when the illness is gone

and when time falls into a waltz

you’ll have to adjust your step

to walk mindfully on the river rocks

keep your feet soft to feel the jagged edges

cutting into your flesh

bleed heavily on the bandages

leave them soiled beneath your stance

do not let yourself callous

I beg of you

'tis much kinder to the soul to let yourself scar and be torn again

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