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It isn't sparks
and it isn't a glitch.
My brain liquifies
at the sound of your voice,
the perfect pitch.
My skin burns wherever
it brushed against your body.
I would let you place
your hand over my heart,
but I'm a zombie.

- Bite Me Because I'm Dying

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