silly thing i wrote for my boy hi
—
i caught a pathogen and it's called love,
it racks my body and makes me shake
with heat if ever you cross my mind
i'm a feverish fool when you breathe into
my lungs and fill me with that damp disease
respirate me, agitate me!
until my blood accepts your touch
o, lover pale, you make me ill!
with this fluttering disease
named love
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