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My medicine

If my heart ever skips a beat it is because you moved to far from me If I ever lose my breath it is because I gave you the ones that I had left when we dance and you step on my feet it is because you can't help but move too close to me When I go to sleep you are the blanket being thrown on me and when I awake not feeling well you are the medicine I will take.
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brian-carson
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Nov 17, 2024
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