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Panic by Proxy
Pink and perfect, a lovely gift
Rose Quartz the Size of an Infant's fist
But when I think of You
It's like it's in my Throat
And I can't swallow or breathe
Around it. Around You.
I doubt you know what you did to me
After all, we lived together
And it was so long ago you
Probably don’t even remember
But I do. And I get scared.
And then it’s in my Throat
And I can’t swallow or breathe.
