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Dec 2018
A memory squeezes my liver
my kidneys and stomach too.
Similar to that “guilty pleasure” I ate
before I got the flu.

This one lingers, spreads to bones
which is why I’m here.
Begging you to fix me up
or even better
Written by
G  27/F
       katie, Patty P, ---, Jen, KD Miller and 1 other
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