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Pins and Needles
Feeling pins and needles,
a prickling sensation moves
beneath my skin like tiny
sparks igniting nerves,
reminding me of my existence.
Numbness gives way to tingling,
as if a thousand tiny hands play
a symphony of sensation within me.
I am suspended at this moment,
teetering on the edge of feeling,
with a delicate balance of pain and relief.
As time slows down,
I reflect on the fragility of
sensation and the intricate web of
nerves connecting me to the world.
The sensation of pins and needles
is both familiar and strange,
reminding me to pay attention to
the whispers of my body and
the mysteries of sensation that dance
beneath the surface.
© Simrans
a prickling sensation moves
beneath my skin like tiny
sparks igniting nerves,
reminding me of my existence.
Numbness gives way to tingling,
as if a thousand tiny hands play
a symphony of sensation within me.
I am suspended at this moment,
teetering on the edge of feeling,
with a delicate balance of pain and relief.
As time slows down,
I reflect on the fragility of
sensation and the intricate web of
nerves connecting me to the world.
The sensation of pins and needles
is both familiar and strange,
reminding me to pay attention to
the whispers of my body and
the mysteries of sensation that dance
beneath the surface.
© Simrans
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