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Sep 2010
Instantly I can feel the heat
Not like a rush but a continuous
Snaking up my spine
Around and around, my head is spinning
Nearing critical overload

Instantly I can lose the beat
Tempo is trickling out of my ears
You scuttle into the corner of my eye
Appearing oh so naturally
Perception is everything
Perception is everything

Roaring waves spill out of your mouth
Oscillating between my vision
Almost up to my neck in fire
Contradicting my one wish
Hoping you will cease this
Echo in my mind that's bursting through the walls and
Silence.
Martha Jordan
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