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Sweat grips, My teeth grit, A symphony of groans. Hot is the breath That escaped my lungs. Loud was the noise; Rustles, creaks, moans. Long did the hours draw, Still coming to dawn.
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May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:42 PM UTC
Slowly Rising To My Feet
Sweat grips, My teeth grit, A symphony of groans. Hot is the breath That escaped my lungs. Loud was the noise; Rustles, creaks, moans. Long did the hours draw, Still coming to dawn.
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May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 6:42 PM UTC
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