Nothing more than modest imbalance,
just a response to this neglect,
you've grown weak, and this is callous,
but the affect is dire and direct.
The compound released and began,
connecting to vitals and all,
mapping its own deceptive plan,
and chronicling your rise and fall.
Yet it's nothing more than a rebuttal,
a statement, a simple retort for you,
it creeps in slowly, ever so subtle,
and despite the warning, you're through.
8.03.2007
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