When fingers tip faster than the fingertips allow. When the belly doesn’t pump in rhythm and gets me heavy blue. When my eyes are red and itchy, and all I want is to scream. There do you come and hint me of my foul-lasting whim. I’ve forgotten, again, that there is the world. When I fly away in my head, yet placed on a cushioned seat. May my head remember that the body is a member too.
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