Infected

A bead of sweat

A pulse just a bit raised

I hide my symptoms

The look over the shoulder

The constant feeling of missing

I can not shake them

My eyes rip apart scenery

I’m searching but unaware

My condition grows dire

My heart now beats fast

The sweat draws friends

Still I can not see it

How you infected me

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