When I Was Little Fiery whirling chaos raced through me like a vicious tornado, Stirring up deep, angry tears, Pushing me into movement, I explode, And crash up the stairs, Slamming my bedroom door, Then lose all #life, And collapse onto my bed. Until a trembling hand Reaches for the book on my bedside-table, Removes it carefully And places it smoothly in my lap. It falls open and its soothing scent sails towards me, sedating me. Slowly absorbing me until I disappear...
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