Sometimes I await like a school kid eagerly anticipating for the last bell..
Deferment of its busting haunts me..
It induced to conceive of having a bun in my oven..
Once it detonates,..
my legs fatigue..
my hip hollor for rest..
my bosom tumefy with pain..
Snubbing all these, my lips feign to grin always ..
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