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Aug 2014
I think I may have left
A few of my vital organs with you
(Or maybe since you left them they forgot how to function)
Or something.

Because suddenly I'm aware of my breathing,
My heart has developed an arrhythmia,
I have to tell myself to keep blinking, circulating, left foot right foot.
I forget what to think.
(How do I take my tea?)

My mind jumps, and wanders... what are you doing now... at this second...your beautiful hands...

I stop, collect myself, gather my bones.
Breathing slowly becomes a rhythm again,
For now.
#This is an old poem
Tessa
Written by
Tessa  Botswana
(Botswana)   
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