December 3, 2011
It makes us hungry,
For comfort we already have
But don’t realize.

It makes our hearts,
Want to grow hands
To claw their way
Out of our chests

It makes our hands shake,
Without control.
And our brows sweat,
No matter how cold.

It seems silly,
When we’re over it.
That we could
Embarrass ourselves like that,
Till it starts over again.

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