My heart is racing,
furious, fast,
It's beats indistingushable,
one from the last,
My head is spinning,
ringing, throbbing,
Full of thoughts
and energies.
Poetry locked inside,
within,
Is easily fatal,
wait and see.

12/26/2001

Posted on 12/26/2001
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