

waiting around...pressing my fingers following the furrowwaiting around...
in her brow the friction of her frown …is all that slows me down
feel it taut with tension stringing my inhibitions thin lines that slip around to grip my arms …and pin me down
the soothing murmur
of my listless temper which could never hold a light ...can always hold me back …as a stranger in the night
shy
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