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Sick Days
piles of unwashed clothes
in front of bloodshot eyes
cast comforting shadows
of friends built from levis
the cost of a sick day
is a bed with blankets hung
as isolation laughs with a
red cough drop painted tongue
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You know when it's really late and for a second you think a pile of clothes is a person? I wanted to write about that, and also the isolation that comes with staying in my room all day.