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Sep 2016
It creeps under your skin,
This love thing.
It burrows deep and latches on,
This love thing.

When you come to accept it.
It starts eating you alive.
Eating at your heart
From way down deep inside.

If you happen to see it coming,
Be sure to run.
Its a parasite.
This love thing.
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