![]() Seasonal Dis-EaseA Poem by Word Mutiny![]() chronic plague of mine![]() Mirrors and cinnamon water and lovely men Chilling me, killing me tender Every end comes my friend Guilty and willfully slowly i always surrender © 2009 Word MutinyAuthor's Note
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