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A shard of excitement
Sticks in my veins.
My hands are shaking,
My voice has a quiver in it,
And I can't stop my mind
From wandering far from me.
So the panic has risen,
Takes its place beside reality
And suddenly fantasy
Is very unwanted.

My heart is not beating to
A melody, it's trudging along and
I'm left wondering
If I'm here or there?

I jerk to attention and
Face the bitter disappointment
Laughing in my face.

July 16, 2007
Suge


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