My hands are tied. My legs are crossed and my eyes were covered. Oh, I feel better already. A warm draft crashed against my stomach, but the opposite composed itself through my legs.
I can't move I can't speak. There is no untiying from it. Once I break lose I find myself... thinking. I was thinking about how sudden it happened.
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Infinity
PoetryA dazzling view of words. Multiple perspectives of life and my deepest thoughts and feelings. I write to relieve it all. Thanks for reading! ~Highest rank: #102 in poetry~
