Looking for comfort. Avoiding dull readings and rave reviews of these dull readings. Quietly stalking. Bubbling rice, chopping canned vegetables. Everything askew. Blankets in lofty, unkempt waves and yesterday's socks over there. I've been sitting here for hours doing little but entertaining my ego. And it feels nice.
oh
the wild one
she stirs
she snarls
she sits and waits.
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