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36. Anticipation

I felt a drip across my brow
My breath became fast and frantic

Moisture soaked my palms
My face looked pained with panic

The clock ticked loudly in my ears
Its hands crushing at my chest

My stomach growled loudly
I yearned to close my eyes if only just to rest

I could not focus or decide
My thoughts were stuck in neutral

Simple actions were stalled in time
My body I did not rule

Then she came into my vision
The girl I was awaiting

What could be my malady?
Just the anticipation of dating


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