Friday, 2 April 2010

something

A tiny tug and a loud heart thud
All slowed down. And a lungful of mud
Catch quick breath to loose it again
For fear and fear of fear are the same
Then takes and blocks your throat to speak
Averts your eyes, forces your knees weak
With pumping blood
And tear ducts flood
The only thing left to hear
Is the fear, the fear, the fear, the fear.

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