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TB

A new friend blew in one morning
her name was TB
as I breathed her in with a gasp
I knew one day she would scar me

I inhaled her treacherous smoke
as she asked to be my friend
but I actually went to ask her
to contaminate me with her image

From day to day it went on
like a lingering sickness does
I welcomed her stench
the rotting air that made me
foul of breath
She penetrated my inner fortress
my sanctum seclorum
every lung inhale,every moment
seemed to be the last
a relief, a release

Then one day out of the blue,she left
finally my body felt fresher
fresh air,fresh breath
and the scars that lined my lungs from TB

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