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Snatched energy
Affected.
Somehow my hair stayed wet.
And I thought of upside down merry go rounds.
Never raised up, but pulled away.
I let my vision blur, then can't bring it back.
What would be a reverse cuckoo?
Ptyalizing as if pre-empting a need to vomit.
Perhaps swallowing emotions is hard...
I felt my throat strain.
My eyes should rain instead.
Allow emotion out.
There is no bounce in my tendons.
So I can't merry go round no more.
But to be rooted... No.
What is this increased gravity!?
My shoulders slump.
My jaw welded shut.
My head might well hit the deck.
Fall through.
And sink.
To where eyes glaze over and pockets of air are scarce...
If I am all wrong -
Then don't.
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