Again and Again

The Rackster

[Another one by Prissy]


I sit, I will sit to narrate, and if I stand I will stand to sing. If I bend, I’ll whisper a prayer and if curl up in a ball, I’d be suppressing the pain. If I cracked my knuckles it would be in preparation for a fight and if I closed my eyes, I’d do so to dream
If I sat down, I’d narrate a story, a story of love. I’d be from the bottom of my heart! A story about a man.

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