we were always three
me, you
and the illness
it stood like a bad warrior
everywhere
with fiery eyes
with secretive looks
it had no hands to touch
it had no good intentions
it swallowed one of us
and, nevertheless
we made it for years, for decennies
we fought against it
but we could not win it
as, nobody can
me, you
and the illness
it stood like a bad warrior
everywhere
with fiery eyes
with secretive looks
it had no hands to touch
it had no good intentions
it swallowed one of us
and, nevertheless
we made it for years, for decennies
we fought against it
but we could not win it
as, nobody can
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