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Apr 2020
Can’t move
Three, two, one, go!
Open your eyes. No. No.
It’s not real. OPEN YOUR EYES NOW!
Eyes, not yours, watching; hands, not yours, reaching.
Who… what is that at the window?
A dream? But you’re awake,
paralysed, still
can’t move.
NaPoWriMo Day 5
Poetry form: Rictameter
ms reluctance
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ms reluctance  36/F
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