Your compulsive eyes could capture
my soul
in a glance. I suffocate by your gaze.
You are a thief.
Stole the glue that holds my sanity and
I fall, for the umpteenth
time, from grace.
I wail for the element of me that absconded with you.
My frame rejects the piece of you that
fused with me.
A pint of wine twice daily
to suppress the immune response.
This is a diagnosis I readily appreciate.
Agnes Lee
Topic: Tissue (day 5)
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