Headaches and nerves pains,
Throat, as though been a year dry,
Handful sand stratified,
Some through nose canal passed,
Inviting me to sneeze, sneeze, and sneeze.
Itchy throat pains, heart pumps,
Idea of more, fruit of one,
Zonked with miasma eyes swell,
Tedious with cough to heal.
In a heart pellucid nostalgia,
As phantasm mendicant's pain,
Surely obloquy portrayed.
Mitigation with steaming water,
Never to end it treats,
None buried heaping desire,
But cough heals the itchy itch.
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