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Spasms: The Pangs of Pain
Spasms
Quickening
Then calm
A wince
Like a storm
Prolonged in it's fury
Varied in its form
A cadence
A tempo
From which consciousness is born
This body is my art
And I love to perform
Quickening
Then calm
A wince
Like a storm
Prolonged in it's fury
Varied in its form
A cadence
A tempo
From which consciousness is born
This body is my art
And I love to perform
Published 10th May 2020
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I wrote this some time ago but it applies now.
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