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I feel a drumming in my chest

I hear the hum when you undress

Me and my awful PTSD

That battle roars inside of me

 
 
 

Just give it a shot

Stop biting the bullet

Reacting to triggers

Won’t let you reach it.

Take one for the team

Let down your guard

Let him write love

In your Valentine card.

 
 
 

Falling in again

Each thought of him

Shrouded, - no! Spritzed*

In a pale pink must;

A porcelain powder

Like butterfly dust.

 
 
 

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