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May 2015
Thinking about him:
palpatations

Being around him:
flutter

Talking to him:
fibrillation

All that's left is
cardiac arrest...
Far from poetry, but I found this while I was cleaning my room and thought it was interesting. I think I wrote it a couple years ago.
moss
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