anxiety wrapped around my neck
and hands struggling to free myself
lying on my bed close to the edge
i was struggling to keep my breathe
in the velvet sheets,
where cries turned into moans
and with a single kiss,
i was brought back from the hell
swing of a pendulum speaks to me
in its back and forth motion
it prophesied to be prepared
storm will make landfall again
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