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Sweat, sweat. Infection sank the day. The time it finally called your name. Cold, tired and wet. Sometimes it pulled you from your bed. And when its shadow crossed your head, that's when I saw you lose your grasp and slip away from under my weight. I do know that I love you.
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Infection, Mother of all saints, Brian Hageman.