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A Spring Sickness by Juan Huerta A fever burns my soul so hungrily Pink for my innocence Red for my anger and love The two are not mutually exclusive Purple for my regality Darkness drapes over my body Yet it does not consume me It offers a reprieve Where the Zephyrs glide on my skin Where I might dance with mischievous nymphs Where I see light rather than dark figures This fever is one of life
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