a spike in your heart rate

in one, two, three

out one, two, three

your fingers itch for a cigarette

that ancient comfort

still tugging at your heart and lungs

in one, two, three

out one, two, three

your feet itch to get moving

but there’s nowhere to go

all you can do is wait and breathe

in one, two, three

out one, two, three

steady yourself

and remember

that the world

will keep on turning

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