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Chills go down my spine;


Chills go down my spine; my hairs stand up on end; my skin sensitive to the touch; my heart alert for any sign of pain. Like every other time, it blinds my eyes from truth, and cripples my mind from reason, but it cannot take the fear that comes with the passing of each day. It wants me, I know. What a tease! It embraces me and then pushes me away.... Oh, yes! love and I know each other well.
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<p>a very unique poem</p><p>when i 1st read it, i was under a different impression that it was a sensation from a person that excites you</p><p>now i read it again, its about being alert for something that&#39;s sad and even painful,but it&#39;s important to find truth to whatever it is that cause you to feel this way</p><p>the play of thw words to choose was amazing</p><p>keep writing-great job</p>

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