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Tales of a Wife: Infection

My life infatuation
The reason doctors say I’m sick
When I am rejuvenating deep within
Written so thick with an ink
They pronounced names
Heavily thick. Sounding like greek.

I agree I’ve got her infection: but,
I don’t need no disinfection
Understand; she is my protection
My apple possession I fashion
My retarded serendipity
She’s the virus my immune loves.

I don’t need no siphoning
Her loving is my immune reaction
I wouldn’t mind if its kills me
Even if she has a jagged knife
No one else could be a wife
Standing in a portrait of my life.

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