Grey matter; bang and the strike is gone again, a dull ache remains.
You might feel better than you thought.
Fiery winds tunnel in my insides, look.
(At least I went down singing.)
Phoenix, fiery winds, reincarnation, rebirth, flight.
Napalmnapalmnapalmnapalmnapalm in my bed.
It's not so bad; I'm still very much alive and breathing.
Appreciation flows as the topmost emotion.
Thank you, again, infinitely, I care for you.
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