The fire takes my fortitude
My melancholy veins
It strips away my certainty
It’s pulling on my strains
When fever rids my sympathy
When silver cuts my reigns
I rip apart my world to see
It nullifies my pains
Silver Sympathy
I felt a moment of emotional freedom when I wrote this. I was also ill.
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