A I D S
By pumadelta
Thu, 20 Nov 2008
- 623 reads
My cells crumble
Imprisonment distorts my smile
Mum hands me a tissue
To wipe the cold from my eyes
My belt drawn tight
Constricts a body covered in lies
enemies kept closely
The struggles from inside
Retroviral protect deceives
like a lover; for a while
As another day approaches
I’m blinded from the sky
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