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Feb 2018
6
It’s not anxiety,
My heart’s beating pretty slow,
Yet my cheeks are on fire
And my ears won’t lessen the flow.
It’s all burning,
But I’m too tired to move.
Please burn me down if you want,
I won’t complain if it’s all gone
Too soon.
Sanjali
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Sanjali  Foggy Island
(Foggy Island)   
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