My Sick Body Read Count : 31

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The leaves fall,
 The trees are bare. 
 Even the wind blows
 Over my sick body.  

And I think of you, 
Thinking of you again.
  I'm looking for you,
 But I forget that there, is just a pillow. 

 The coffee is cold, I have no appetite.
I get sick of your longing.  
The evening is coming, 
And I am drowning in memories. 

 My lungs, feeling the lack of your breathe.  
I let the guitar cry, feeling my emptiness.

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