Golden trees

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Sickness

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I am evaporating.
Will anyone want to hold a cool plate above my head to send back the feverish drops of my self ?
I am evaporating.
The shadow I will cast will be so thin and unseen. It will creep under the soles of people's secrets, sleep between the pages of books. Unchecked, it will glide through the keyhole of Paradise and hover among the basking souls of eternity. It will tickle God under His beard and through His eyes steal a look downwards, where a bed soon to be empty will be reclaimed by a ladybird and the seven dots upon her wings.