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Seven-year choke

You’re the word that I heard

When I was thirteen

Before the third interval

The second my heart shriveled

A pulmonary disease

Nothing would cure or ease

The fate of my sins

Was far from my skin

It was a thought at my throat

A seven-year choke

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