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Feb 2013
The familiar rush
of adrenaline hits
almost cripplingly


Your hands have
become adjusted
to my every curve


My eyes dart
my voice becomes
a thick, heavy syrup


I flinch at first
but it switches to
thrashing about


Even just sitting
in your near vicinity
drives me batty
Kittridge James
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Kittridge James  Olympia. Washington
(Olympia. Washington)   
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