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Anxiety already raving
on borderline, revved up
impatiently waiting for this passionate time, contracting erupt;
How long shall we last the night?
darkness needs not seen,
spills secrets of its own sight;
not when you're whispering sweet nothing's upon ear, such a hauntingly dear -
through snarling woods just behind foot, you closely
chase mine, polluting days
by unforseen cries;
impulses shooting veins as that of quick lightening, never ceasing
nor quietening -
air relinquishing short
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an unwitting topple swallows
body whereof, look
now, inches above -
current twirling as mine
eternal consort, a natural
disaster distort...
surface just close enough to breach,
but does one choose to
reach?
© T. A. Hinson
- 8/31/24 -
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