Been reading a lot of poetry lately

And sometimes when the poem's just too damn good, I sort of curl up and rock back and forth for a bit.
And whimper. lol.
I have to close my eyes for a second, or close the book, put it down and collect myself.
Sometimes I might have to get up and walk around for a bit.
Maybe jump up and down a couple of times.
Cause it would actually pain me to continue reading.
It's like, if I did, my heart and my mind would just explode.

Death by poetry, imagine that.

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