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Feb 2019
I would smell your intoxicating aroma .
I could taste your venom poison my soul.
I used to love your devilish grin
And your stone cold eyes.
But your love is radioactive.

We were nuclear.
We were going to go off any day.
The question was when and how?
Our chemical reaction was doomed from the start
But your rancor stained my heart.
Amy Childers
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Amy Childers  21/F/Missouri
(21/F/Missouri)   
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