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Thermometer

Your cold palms against my exposed heated cheeks
stare into my silence, pull your body close

These days are slippery, we vanish for weeks
absence won't appease, I'm ready for my dose

The serum holds the answers, comfort you keep
plunge the sick in the depths, the healing that you host

Visible change in minutes...fever subsides
A nurse tends to his call and slips him inside.
Written by Tenderloin
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