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Tuesday, August 12, 2008


It is an old rhythm,
always cold inside of me.
I tap it out, sometimes,
when I get angry.
How fast depends on how
hot my blood is boiling.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Tap, tap, tap.
Tap tap tap.
Like that.

I tend to make beats when I get upset. Funny habit. At least I don't punch holes in walls anymore :D

So I posted three poems today to make up for the days I didn't. Just an FYI. Trying to post one every day this month.

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