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My Body
My hands is where it starts
The heat of the fire
Ignited there
My fingers betrayed me
Now with a mind
Of their own
They torment me
Driving me insane
Slowly
My heart starts to race
A speed my body isn’t
Prepared for
My blood runs everywhere
With a temperature
Way too high
They torture me
Crippling my movements
Immediately
...Friday 4th May 2018 12:50 am
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