stitch

a stitch, began simply as a wandering ache. a soft, gentle nudge of a pressure point. darting across plain fields, in a manner of short attempted strokes. paced with regularity, neither too rapid nor slow. running it’s length from split seconds, soon; into half minutes. it’s intensity deepening, propelled by the blue wonder inside your head.

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