Poetry Vent

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With a rolling fear

My stomach will hurt

With a rolling pain

My chest will tighten

As my eyelids grow heavy

Tempting me to sleep

The rolling fear returns

Keeping me awake

Knowing I'll meet you tomorrow

That shake in my spine

The burning blush that runs down my neck

Ill meet you tomorrow

So I'll prolong today

Because I %%%% you