screaming days that turn out fine in the end

high intensity fretting that rips holes in the heart

pounding blood making pulsating brain

splatter in its pan and onto skull walls

for no damn good reason

attend me now then be gone

over-reactions of blunt disappointment

cursing the clanking gears of the moment for being

the clanking gears of the moment...

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