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by Everlasting Apr 16, 2026 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
when stress out, i knead myself like i would dough but all knots in muscles are not gone i feel the tension in my shoulders bubbling up would leaving me covered in oil for an hour make me rise up? i massage me throughly but who knows however the heat of stress always seem to cook me for sure Jan 15, 2026