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Dec 2015
you can feel it
in your chest
as it threatens to burst
from behind your ribcage
it takes away your breath
if only this had tasted sweet

but sweet words
don't make your
hands shake anymore
they don't make
your heart race
or your stomach flutter

and love,
this isn't love.
this is anxiety.
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