Hopefully the blanket in my brain will fold itself up and drape across the arm of my chair-cerebellum-continuing to exist, but rest on the sidelines so that my two feverish disillusioned halves can continue to crawl together in controlled continuum.
Kiss me softly and convince my senses to twirl in the palm of ________ hand, holding the meaning and
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