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The Fly

The thought of you makes me ill
Being around you is a chore
If you weren’t family
Well, you’d be my only enemy
I’d describe your presence
As though you were a fly
That buzzes in my face
And into my eyes
Somehow finding your way
Inside of my head
And when you land on my brain
I’m reminded of you again
I have but one request
As I lay sick and in need of death
That somebody please get this fucking fly
Away from my bed

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    • Yes indeed, kind of just thinking about someone I know who makes me feel this way sometimes, I’m ashamed to admit! Thank you for your kind reply! 🙂

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