A buzzing feeling
spreading from my chest
down to my fingertips
the heat in my throat
can't be washed away
vivid dreams
like every night is a full moon
feeling wearied and vigorous
all at once
this vessel can only hold so much
being afraid to explode
but maybe thats the point
to explode
May 2, 2021
May 2, 2021 at 6:37 AM UTC
A buzzing feeling
spreading from my chest
down to my fingertips
the heat in my throat
can't be washed away
vivid dreams
like every night is a full moon
feeling wearied and vigorous
all at once
this vessel can only hold so much
being afraid to explode
but maybe thats the point
to explode
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