Tissue Clouds All Around

A nasal symphony is blistering my nose,
Tissue clouds soak up my viscous morose.
Saliva turned into a sludge of sand,
Scratching my throat like a rusted fiend.
Then the inner furnace starts to glower,
Turning on a heat that makes me shiver.
Thus the flu symptoms have all arrived,
Pray I’ll make it out alive!

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