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Apr 2015
You know that itch you get.
When a bug bits you?
And suddenly there's a rash,
Not just in the place you were bitten,
But you can actually feel it all over you?

They say we shouldn't scratch them
or it could leave a scar.

So we try to control the itch.
And we focus to not focus in it.
In fact, it's almost impossible.

But then there's you.
You are not a bug.
And you sure did not bite me.
Worst
You kissed me.

And left something worst
than just an itch
or even a rash.

For the thing is.
a bug may leave a weal
somewhere in my skin
and that would be it.

But you are worst
than the most savage itch
and the poisonous bite.

You are in my skin.
inside my flesh,
deep in my bones,
locked in my heart,
haunting my mind.

I could take any kind of itch now
any kind but you.

And the truth is,
I've scratched too much.
and all that is left of you
is nothing but an infamous
itch.
J Valle
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   Ignatius Hosiana
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