high
on euphoric hormones
an
elevated heart rate
burning
muscles with
fire
from somewhere beyond
the
marrow of my bones
somewhere
inside a clock ticks
ticking-tocking
squeezing
life blood out
making
its rounds to the
farthest
reaches of my insides
this
is running
this
is pushing
this
is letting it all roll off
behind
your ever-moving
body
there it goes
wave goodbye
enjoy the natural
euphoric high
About Me
- [ME]GAN
- "A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures." The Picture of Dorian Gray
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