My throat feels ripped by a jagged edged sword
The healing makes it tight
Drinking water that feels sandy
These are the symptoms of my plight
Hardly anyone can hear me
My voice is almost gone
This is just a sore throat
To have it feels so wrong
I wish that it would leave me
And never ever come back
But viruses do these things
Your body it attacks
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Riveting poem! Thanks for sharing. I will follow your blog and return to read more, for sure.
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