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Trypanasoma Cruzi Those words are my tolling bells of death. Never did I think I'd hear death's voice in such rhythmically seductive words: Trypanasoma Cruzi. Death is my last great romance, and the doctor cannot understand. He reads disease as ink on paper colored black and white, but mine is shaded red, and red again. He speaks in ugly sounds: Chagas Disease is a weakening of the heart caused by a bacteria [my death bells] carried by Triatomid Beetles [kissing bugs]. He claims I caught my death in India, asleep, ignorant of the tickle of its legs on my skin, the pinch of its kiss at the corner of my mouth, its feces left upon my cheek, the bacteria I welcomed by scratching. My dilapidated heart cannot house life much longer, I will be operated on today With the sound in my ear of death singing Trypanasoma Cruzi.
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