Allergic Reaction

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The prettiest flower in the woods, I pick.

Only takes seconds to do the trick.

My mind is gone, my heart is yours,

Permanently you've changed my course.

The prettiest flower, you place in my hair,

You sit, you listen, you love, you care.

But as the petals fall slowly, brushing my face...

The red burning rash, comes in its place.

My breathing gets heavier as my throat starts to swell.

Warm, guilty tears in my eyes start to well.

The itching and boils, lord, I should've known.

My body was made to forever be alone.

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