Chory

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It slithers in my stomach,
it startles me in the night,
or sometimes randomly midday.

Sometimes, while I walk along
the cobblestone, licking
ice cream, it nudges me,

rendering me uncomfortable
just at the moment when peace
threatens to lull me into

a soft complacency. I am
made aware again…all is
not well with the world.

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