each day is a new day or as some have suggested the same day come again
inklings tickle and freeze movement but the neck, the neck turns to look back
a furrow in the brow and a twitch to the lips summon a groan and a chuckle
stepping on to trip on the lip
an angry curse and fiery palm
once more to set again the thought of yore against the pain of more

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  • Anne van Alkemade