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Nov 2013
A sickness inside of me is growing everyday,
how do I begin to make this thing disintegrate.  
It haunts my dreams,
keeping me awake at night,
I claimed that it was love caught at first sight.
A miscalculation,
deliberating lust for love.
I'll never make that mistake again,
my poor heart has had enough.
Catherine
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