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Aug 2018
and as the paranoia creeps in
settling between my *******
the hollow of my throat tightens
with weak and shallowed breaths
my legs, they shake and shiver
under the extreme duress
of not knowing if again his love will wander
leaving me a foolish mess
its the swirling in my stomach, and the familiar ache when you go..
D
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D  25/Canada
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