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Aug 2019
Every now and then it’s like a cold
gust of wind blows up my spine
and I lose my breath
and when I gasp for air,
tears
begin streaming down my face.

Because losing him ***** as badly
as having to pump gas on a winter day.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  29/F/Ohio
(29/F/Ohio)   
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