Peregrine,nI've become a skeleton of my former self.nIs there any use in begging for tenderness?nHanging in suspense while a world marches on. nEven an intercessor turns away from thisnhairless body.nnPeregrine,nI've become a shadow of my former self.nWithering in winter and as this sun setsnI still have a fear that is tumblingnand tumbling in my stomach.nAnd as this disease devours my bodynthis fear consumes my soul. nnPray for us. Pray for us. Pray for us.