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Feb 2020
Anger held captive in my soul...
Welling up, hot heat, pressure.
Eardrums beat a new rythm...
fast, erratic, unpredictable.
I attempt my familiar waltz...
clumsy, stumbling, aimless feet.

Something that used to ground me,
now hurls me into vacancy.

I need to take dance lessons.
I see you, 2020.
Lizzy Love
Written by
Lizzy Love  St🐜on, VA
(St🐜on, VA)   
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   jordan
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