Flora Contrarious

July 3, 2008
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There's this feeling in the pit of my chest,
Growing,
Spreading,
Like a pertinacious weed.
It take control of me,
Body,
Mind.
It puts thoughts in my head that are so far from my thoughts of old,
Wild,
Crazy.
I grabs a hold of me and pulls,
Gently,
Forcefully.
It pulls me,
Closer
To
You.





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