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Aug 2014
It's the kind of thing

That catches in your throat

Right before you are asked to speak.



It's the kind of thing

That stops your breathing

Right in its tracks, stone cold.



It's the kind of thing

That has your heart pumping

Gallons a second.



It's the kind of thing

That I find my brain yelling



"NO" about.
allissa robbins
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allissa robbins  22/Gender Fluid/phx
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