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Aug 2015
I hold my breath in your presence.
Remembering your smell,
when you come around,
it's like a bullet to my insides.
That trigger so lightly pulled,
could have been meant for my heart.
Thanks to you,
I am forced to wear a vest on days like these.
Written by
Thescientist  CA
(CA)   
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