In the winter of 06
my life became frozen in time
My body still moves
but my soul’s hardly sublime
Thought I was side-stepping
this downward spiral
Though now it’s clear
I’ve become quite antiviral
Discarded by hosts
like shells on the beach
Nothing more of me
from which one can leech
The pound of the surf
shall erode me to sand
I openly beckon the waves
to return me back to this land
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