COYOTE BLOOD
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Meyvn
and just like that,
anxiety punches softly
me in the hard heart.
I don't know why,
can't explain it;
it's just the fear of love
leftover from Kentucky.
but it is more than that,
it is doubtlessly deep;
it's the fear of fear.
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