Simmering in the cauldron
Of my discontent
Squeezing out the juices
Of my existence
I sip it in
And spit it out
It seeps back in
Filling every pore
I start dancing to its music
The horns start to grow
Wild laughter
Mocking me
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Vivid imagery here T.O A well described emotion