Spent each day’s first hour trying to bring up phlegm
Coughing a lot, hope it’s green and not red
No coffin for me when I’m dead
Drive me out to some sylvan selvedge
Mention the names of my invisible mentors
Do not expound on my derangement, my lacking mental faculties
Year of mourning wearing black clothing, rarely leaving my home.
Alchemisland 
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