King Bed(lam) DRAFT

They want in I say to myself. This roost does not include you, no matter what you tell yourself you want is not on par with even the stork of indifference meandering north or sideways, what have you. It's a symphony of pause. Why not believe in an independent clause instead of these hamstrung sequels projected as complete? The scattershot of what you project gets trapped in my epidermis without seeping in. I sleep in in my king bed with a tufted headboard. Are you bored yet? I hope you are enough so to keep you as far from me as you are making occur. A purr is not a drive, it's an accident and an unhappy one at that. I don't have pets, and I don't pet. Stay a ways apart with your heart. 

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