There is a famine in my head
A drought
Despite the green green foliage
Outside
Is it the fault of heart
Or mind
The body's weak
So maybe a virus
To go in time
I'm fighting an uphill battle
Not gone
Wishing it away has done
No good
It's only been dissociation's
Food
For thought
There is a famine in my head
A drought
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