Restless
A need to move
to shake off
the itch the
awful itch
the never ceasing
ITCH!
Feels like it's eating, consuming,
coring- inside out-
my leg.
Fighting makes it
better then worse
like ice makes a
bruise feel good
but later it gets
all warm and
tingly and itchy!
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