how now even coffee sets my stomach to spinning!
i feel light as air, holding the demon captive
in my gut, he howls and scratches inside my ribcage.
by god it is nearly april,
my hands tremble with trepidation,
and bright sun sets red hair afire!
oh keep it captive,
it’s so distractive,
i will write a thousand words a day ’til i die.

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