This a betrayal
how quick the shift
the same sun
breaking through
the same curtains
one day I wake
the next I can’t
clouded by aches
drowning in
myself
and certain
I’ll never
be warm again
and the dog
giving me
that animal
courtesy
afforded to
the good
and sick
avoidance
a good call
really
when I said
betrayal
this wasn’t
what I meant
OPTIONAL POETRY 
It’s what you meant. Sixth-to-last line. Nicely…avoided?
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Uh-oh… even with nyquil on board I sense a witty point flying over my head. Why would you ask me to count in my current condition, let alone backwards! :p
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This resonates with me deeply. Much appreciated.
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Thank you, Kira!
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Very nice, I like it
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Thanks!
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