I cringe

I cringe,  thinking of the length of minutes Seconds turning into light years Nausea and pink rash There is no end to the turning of the needle Round and round and back again Going nowhere The heart races with no place to go So I cringe Like when nails scrape the chalkboard Involuntary reaction Nausea and pink rash Like when…


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