Heart racing, Blood pumping

Sounds like an ocean full of rage 

Sweltering heat, Sweat pouring

Chest heaving heavily with every breath

Mind racing, with feet pacing

Oh, what joy it could be if only

If only the pain, the squeeaing

Only if the scourging pain of the vice surrounding my heart could only

 

 

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