I feel it Poem, by imma isa kemmy, at My poetic side

I feel it,

It lies within,

not in the outer,

It's the thought of being indebted,

It eats the inner,

It lives within,

I feel it,

It brings the hands in a grip,

Rips,a sheet apart,

Smudge,in but not out of lips,

It's like games of cards,

But with a code of zip,

I feel it,

It's not from within,

It's a pain of no gain,

When the lane has no chin,

Its like making a chain,

But afraid of being tangled

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