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Oct 2018
I must be allergic to you
every time you come near me I swear
my stomach starts doing somersaults
My palms grow slick with perspiration
and I start to asphyxiate on fantasies of you
Surely I must be allergic
Why else would my eyes water at the thought of losing you
why else would I hold onto hope like an epi-pen that you are meant for me?
Grace Ann
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Grace Ann  25/F/Tennessee
(25/F/Tennessee)   
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         M, Paul Butters and Yann
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