Twingling Bones
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My bones are tingling with a sort of feeling.
Like how the air feels as it sets in altering.
A quick season before it started raining.
Something that causes you to unwilling.
Afferent powers and their link to thinking
And here I am, all of a sudden panicking.
Similar to the tide being hit by something.
By the outset of a minute, I am shrinking.
Written: May 29, 2022
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2022
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