the fall of the fit
TodayI was happy
high on endorphins
multiply it
by a thousand
the master of aerobic
#1
My twists
were too twisty
my coordination
too stumbling
But I shone
(sweated)
the floor into
springs
Then somebody shot me
with a lack
of words
And suddenly
my adrenaline was frozen
stiff
Ugh.
Poetry by tinsel
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Written on 2010-12-06 at 01:09
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