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I simmer with the feverish seediness

of someone who’s gone back to bed

in all their clothes,

way under the weather.

I am crumpled and greasy

as a soiled napkin

after takeaway pizza.

undead with sleeplessness,

a sick heaviness in my head,

my mind leaden and blank,

despair coiled in my intestines

like a snare laid by some malevolent god.

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