Heat singes the skin, muscles burning.Air is suppressed, thoughts churning.Euphoria visits in the throes of pain,Plunging daggers of clarity to the brain.This will heal, I will persevere, The notion of quitting nevertheless endures.The shaking gives way to prolapse.Breathing becomes mandatory, fading fast.Five push-ups down, five to go.
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Writing in C Major 