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OCD

The moment she touched me

The infection stopped in its track

The ants that made their way up my skin fell off and died

The weight hitching my breath was lifted and seemed distant

Bacterica on my skin turned green and spread like wildfire

But felt like aloe

The pain stopped

The static stopped

And for a moment...

Everything was her.

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