It's the shiver which fucks me up.
The tiny, insignificant quiver,
That sends me jerking, reeling,
And screaming through the night.
It begs a question, stira a niggle:
How long until I explode?
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About Me
- James R. Bell
- James R. Bell is a snarky critic, poet, satirist, and dis-illusioned preacher of nothing. He is currently studying English and Creative Writing at Northumbria and still has trouble believing that paid authors have to write about themselves in third person.
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