Poem 14

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It will infect your mind,

And consume your soul.

Take over your senses,

You are under control.

Have no fear,

Your hero is near.

They'll save you from this mad disease,

And make it disappear.

Your heart starts pumping,

Your stomach gets a knot.

Your cheeks turn red,

Your veins start to pop.

But maybe you don't want a hero,

You want to be unmarked.

I already know that my loved one,

Is forever in my heart.

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_Kenzie-chan_

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