The tingle of known

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The cells are rushing in my body,
Creating sweet emergency,
The blood just follows the known rhythm,
Rhythm that gets stronger every minute,
Time takes slow motion mode and waiting is on,
The connection begins.
The rush is imminent and the crash is near.
Every time feels the same,
And somewhat new
When it is almost there,
When I can taste it,
When the rush becomes eruption,
And the brief pause makes silence my enemy,
I hear the familiar sound and
You come in.

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