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Relinquish yourself

Surrender

Nowhere to run and hide

I'm deep

Inside

Out

I  come

Intense is this moment

Time is still

No words

No sounds

Only silence

Preserving to reinvent

This memory I will need again

As the acceleration eases

And

The pulsating flutter of a racing heartbeat is no longer echoing at the drum of the ear

I am relieved

I am relaxed

I am ready

Convinced that there is no better pleasure

To yearn is not uncommon

To pretend to be unaffected, unheard of

For it is this temptation that shall make you succumb once again

And again

and again

and again

and again

and again

 

Poetry by

 Edna Box

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