Under the cold of a falling sky
left alone on winters throne
Dry what I can't remember
On the embers of a breaking dawn
Sleeps left me, again elusive
ever illness come to call
it's clamouring for attention
on days i don't say a word
Wide wonder begone home
its still sickness for today
prickly pin feeling under covers
then awake cold sweet clammy
Don't dream, it's not coming
ever in need out of sight
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