Sick

I once had a lover who held me under cover

When i was sick

I once had a lover who kissed my tonsilitus

Made me soup and showed me what i now miss

But i didnt understand his space or silence

Now hes gone

And im sick once again

Without a hand i remain

With an example of how to

Care unconditionally

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