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I can feel it.

 

A gathering storm

On my soul's horizon

A fearsome tempest

That threatens to unleash

Savage waves of emotion

 

I can feel it.

 

My stomach tightens

At the merest inkling

Of what lays ahead

Causing me to shuffle

Anxiously in my chair

 

I can feel it.

 

It's reaching out

From the darkest depths

Of my consciousness

A sense of foreboding

Pushing to the surface

 

I can feel it.

 

I tap my fingers

Mindlessly on my desk

A haphazard drumbeat

That seems to echo

The pulsing of my heart

 

I can feel it.

 

 


 

 

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