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AS I LAY DYINGAs I lay dying in your arms I realize it was not really dying It was gas! And it was not really love It was infatuation Then she walks by Am I in love again Or is it heartburn? I will never know so I smile She looks puzzled walks away Oh well, maybe I can find true love on a more healthy day Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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