Wound

He was just like a whirling dervish
And Far to easily wound
He was crawling up the walls
And reacting to every sound
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Caffeine overload

She wound the bandage around his wound
Without a sound the sailor swooned
The nurse bound by ethics all day
Hounded by managers who won't go away
Their eyes met but it could never be
He would soon be back at sea

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Siobhan could not be late. She wound the key in her alarm clock until it wound no more. An analogue backup for a digital world. #130story

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He bent to embrace her, all arms and touching. The warmth of their bodies combined, whilst the darkness between them hid his wound.

As a taxpayer I'm eternally grateful for the NHS. Especially N and N for peeling me off their floor today and stitching my wounds.

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“You remind me of a clock” she laughed.
“You mean precise?” ventured Philip. “Useful? Reliable?”
“Not exactly, stresshead! Way too easily over wound.”

I loved her so so dearly
Leaving without a word
Leaving wound so deep
The strange thing is
Later that mournful morning
I couldn't find my wallet

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