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Nov 2016
It's a disease,
and I suppose I've caught it.
No doctor can heal it,
no shot could hope to destroy it.
It's not contagious,
it's just dangerous.
It's playing with fire,
when you know you could get hurt.
Or Jumping from a tree,
when you know you could get injured.
It's a risk,
and I've taken one too many.
I play it safe,
Hold onto this disease,
and let no one know that it has me in it's clutches.
AnnaMarie Jenema
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AnnaMarie Jenema  F/USA
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