i'm not really sure if it bothers me that i make you crazy. this girl today i'm wearing one shoe on and one shoe off. under my desk at work knows a whole lot about madness. some of it she learned from you. if i count to ten now. i only have five toes free. that leaves two hands to choose from. the left. the left the left. backwards ten feels less offensive to the now. the pull and space continued roam of straight black dials chasing themselves and us around faces. dragging you endless and kicking. further and further away. from me. if i put my other shoe back on. something about then.


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