Sickness

Fiction Plane

Do I feel love?
Oh boy do I feel loveI'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a cowardDo I fear love?
Oh boy do I fear loveI'm lonely
And the worst of all
With vanity, a cowardAlways falling into sickness
In this life there's no time
No time to rest
Always falling into sicknessSat inside a tiny church
Fashioned out of local birch
The priest chose psalms and let us pray
She lay still until this day

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