the fan is spinning;
at the speed of three,
stomach is gurgling;
and i hit my knee.
mind is racing;
it wont stop,
would i fling;
or would i drop.
the air is warm;
freaks me out,
keep it calm;
lets not shout.
what would u say about this biskut??it came out of the blue,tho...
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