It starts in the fingertips and flows up the hands,

Flows through the arms the shoulders the man,

Straight to the heart it pulses and burns,

Finds itself refuge and solid it turns,

The weight of a moment forever inside,

Nowhere to run nowhere to hide,

Keeping it hidden right out of sight,

Why must this anger forever be mine?

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