Most people have second thoughts.

Two nubs
pinned pricked in my mind like glowing embers.
Two hands,
like desperate thoughts,
reach out to take a hold.

In the background of my self
I hear a young girl crying
sobbing.
And to know she is me….

So I broke it off
and bowed my head
to have another go.

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