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Aug 2015
Spoil me with affection,
Tell me about your most vivid dreams.
Your love is like infection,
I don't want to heal please take hold of me.
The butterflies that used to lie in my abdomen,
They turned into sharp tiny kicks.
I can't say that if I chose I'd do it again,
But imagining it any other way makes me sick.
morosemelon
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