when I was a teen
it all came back
The throbbing
The pounding
The moss and the rain
The gush of glittering blood in sun
And a feeling of my lungs expanding
So much life, so much exitement
and so much pain
Sometimes I feel a new wave of me And owerwhelming breath in of "This is becoming" Of a gap from where i left That cliff long ago ...
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