Caricamento in corso...

Symptoms

Flowing through my blood again,
creeping, icy, prickly skin.
Chills run up and down my spine,
limbs don’t feel as though they’re mine.
Every hair stands up on end
and my back ceases to bend.
Eyes begin to dart about
feeling ill; within, without.
Pulse begins uneven beat.
Needles plunge into my feet.
Tense jaw clenches tightly closed,
icy water over toes.
 
Hatred is an evil thing -
causes symptoms, always clings.
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