cold

Prick my palm
It’s sickness instead
Crawling up and down
My cold burn throat
And should I avoid my bike
And should I avoid the cold
Don’t speak my dove just
Still those quivering vocal chords
Sip honeyed tea
Let yourself sleep
Let yourself sleep

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