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Like a pot boiled,
The convection starts to shake
Which twitches and rumbles through my hands.
Emotions long suffocated, grasping their way
With new found energy to the surface
The pots convection threatens the emotions downward
Suffocating them.
Hoping,
They will return from the abyss from which they grew
But this only causes more energy
as it shakes and
trembles through
Until
Little bursts of steam escape, and condense along the edges
Rolling past my cheeks
The released latent heat cools
The pot calms,
And I’m only left with the bittersweet symphony;
A memoir of these emotions I seldom admit are so near to my
soul
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