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Mar 2013
I remember
The feel of your lips
On my forehead.
Your reassuring
Words
About me not
Being feverish.

But what she
Didn't know
Was that the
Fever
Wasn't in my head.

It was in my
Heart.
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   ---, --- and Elizabeth Squires
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