Jen Juice

Something in the grasps that show

Every little thought structure create a shiny new vacancy

As I cradle my head to appease

The barrage of mind riots

That I can’t seem to shake

Not so loosely that I can mistake

for another something less costly

 My eyes closed to the fingers typing

Musical notes of chills that

Explode through my body

Like a tidal wave of fear

I have never felt so near

To a feeling I can almost

Reach…

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