This morning,
This state of mind,
This exhaustion of the head.
Butterflies caress the edges of my stomach lining as I feel an accident, (destructive), coming on.
Without reason, I smile.
I'm worn out and bruised, but happiness is probable, if not ecstatically sure.
Make me feel it again.
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