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It slinks in the corner like a long smooth cat
Purring like the one who shouldn’t love me back
Your constant companion through thick and thin
One hand around its throat, anything begins
Is it a happy accident that somethin’ simple
Teases fantasies like a rock thrown to ripple
Ripple to rock
A lake that shakes like an
Arctic ocean
One clear thought and concentric motion
Where did that thought come where did it go
A trauma disorder maybe better
I don’t know
Confusion was the wax now candles glow
God why do I forget I’m so slow
The pulse in your hands
Convulsing like your glands
It’s all in your hands
Don’t think, just do
Your impulse is the plan
