Anexiety
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My hands are quivering
But not in anexiety, nor rage,
But in a broken dream;
A midnight's wanderings.
Ripped apart by dawn's early light
Trampled by my incompetence
And ruined by you , my foe;
The momentum that comes to mind.
in the blink of an eye.
When your future and past combine.
in a spark of time.
That your life will be affected.
Its known as a crime.
When you're the one suspected.
