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Mar 2015
You are the chlorine, stinging my eyes
You are the one I most despise
If people were rain, you'd be acidic
The thought of you makes me sick

But

You are the blood flowing through my veins
You are the one my heart claims
If people were rain you'd fall in the warm summer air
The way you make me feel... well that's not fair
Brittany Ryan
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Brittany Ryan  United States
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