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Aug 2014
can't get warm in the summertime
but still too hot to move.

goosebumps everywhere.

it's a secret
a ***** beautiful secret

with a rushing kind of happiness
strangled by fear
and the guilt, oh, the guilt.

the happy is frantic
it bites, it burns
it's chilling and thrilling and terrifying

turn on the AC
cold, cold, cold.

frozen in the summertime.

goosebumps.
Gabrielle Sabrino
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Gabrielle Sabrino  Birmingham, AL
(Birmingham, AL)   
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