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My heart is pounding.

My temperature’s rising.

My breath is getting short.

I’m no thinking clearly,

could it be I miss you dearly?

Nah, I think nothing of the sort.

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My vision is blurred,

I thought I was cured,

from bad love before.

Could this be you?

Is this what you do?

You know how to reach the core.

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My mind’s out of whack,

I want my sanity back.

God, send some from above.

The doctor says I’m fine,

My life isn’t on the line.

Diagnosis? Love.



~*~ Jill ~*~