By: Shelbi Henny
Protagonist speculating the fascination of possibilities that don't exist spacing out the explanation of temporary fixtures placing myself in conspiracies that attack at dawn and leave me sleepless when rushed into critical conditions I realize that you ain't shit and I was playing piano to silence you tested the waters well I never did with tasting my surprise in amber that later we began to see it all puzzled with chalk writings on the floor and walls I am here you are air that's when it began to make sense that tingles at the back of your spine and squirts between mire thighs that were never mine and I antagonize the situation when you played blind
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