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Jul 2014
She makes me sigh with trepidation,
while you steal my breath like a five mile sprint.
She suffocates my freedom,
while you only choke me with butterflies
She burns me with words and douses me with skin,
while you bathe me in love.
She is cancer.
You are life.
MST
Written by
MST  Leipzig
(Leipzig)   
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