I can feel the change within me,
From bold to burrowing mole.
Just one look and one question,
Now in my balloon there's a tiny hole.
I feel it in my stomach,
Then it flutters to my chest.
I don't know how to prevent it,
Or what strategies are best,
To fight it back, minimise it,
To stop it gaining hold.
I walk away and take a deep breath,
And once again, we're cold.
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