i
i can
i can feel
i can feel my
i can feel my neck
the
the way
the way my
the way my fingers
the way my fingers grip
the way my fingers grip it
i
i can
i can feel
i can feel the
i can feel the life
i can feel the life slowly
i can feel the life slowly leaving
there is so much power
in something as little
as the tips of my finger
and i wonder if people
take notice in the way
my fingers like to
tightly grip my
n e c k
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Poetrya collection of my thoughts for you to read - #774 in Poetry December 7, 2016 #314 in Blurbs September 18, 2019 #742 in Words July 27, 2019
