what is it you want?
what is wanted?
is it allowed, that thing? do you deserve it? should you expect it? will you say so? will it work? wishes, drowning. hopes unspoken. this guarded gate, one of yours and one mine too, rattling uncertainly
wonderfully perplexed
unsteady
there's nothing to be upset from
the ground? not there. i can explain this any number of ways. who says? which?
switching swinging pluck pluck pliers please open something. the pressure
so breathing in
just say so
just ask and listen and be brave and
one moment
another moment
this now
is the
only allowed thing, holding you in and lifting you from and dragging you back
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