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apprehension
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brown cardigan boy
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wrote a letter, wasn't enough, sparked some source of apprehension inside. inside of you i can feel through your intestines, the warmth, but i feel that hesitance deep within your stomach. left that sliver just above, somewhere lodged within your heart, figurative or literal. i see you before me flash flickering, trying to be strong. but everytime you go to speak, how come it all comes out short of breath. i'd love to tell you everything there is to be told, i'll give you everything until its gone. but your hands too leary, don't seem to thread that needle, i stuck it in my side. oh the compass has been found and sing along those highway lines, still open and breath holding. but your own lungs fail to give you what mine could give to you.
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pralines&cream
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It's caught in my throat, all bundle up like a little ball, a chicken bone stuck there, I can't breathe! Sweat forms at my hairline how did i get myself into this? Then it's time, and there goes the chicken bone, the little lump, down down down and you go.
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chanaka
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i'm unsure...
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011211
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what's it to you?
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blather
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