☆ i get ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

eyes

flitting restlessly

like

fireflies in a jar

and

blinking sullenly

like

a burnt out bulb

heart

pulsing madly

like

an anxious cur

and

tic rhythmically

like

a music box stir

as

fingers tapping

quick

with twinkling

toes

breaking that

silence

of lost ghosts

i get

a glass of white

wine

and drained the

glass

nervous for the day

that

pain shall finally

pass.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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