i took two steps out of the door and i got two steps away and then i turned, the scream was calling. i could not resist. you could find a bead of light. one can cause the outside window to dull. pause until the evening turns and it's a.m. routine job or the pills. we're all on cable i.v. drips. let red cells pixelate us. constant help needed to unhook. call it "victim convenience." i took two steps out of the room and i stepped back toward the door and tried again, a conversation, and it went like this: i could talk for hours to you. i could watch your mouth and eyes until they shut. the controller's lost and i'd rather commit "power" than hear this out
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