A chord is mutually
shared,
By ca-coughers’ notes that blare.
Failed breath, broken
speech
Puddled thoughts,
sticky each.
A sentence rarely
makes it out
Dreams may flow through
stream of thought.
Phlegm and dripping,
Noses weeping
Cough breaks down the
brain.
A wheezing here,
A gasping glare,
Patience wearing
thin.
So de-tune up,
And load a cough,
Ready on my cue.
For though we’d stop,
it’s been enough,
Still coughing does
ensue.
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