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
Interesting take on ‘infection.’ A good thing or a bad thing? Maybe both.
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Experience tells me it starts well but doesn’t end that way. So both. 😉
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Wonderful!
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Thank you my dear. 🙂
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Nice take on today’s prompt!
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Thanks for the kind words. I was starting to rewrite on this one. I did a similar post last week
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you’re welcome!
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