some days when you wake up,
but your bed keeps whispering softly: stay stay stay in my arms,
doesn’t your pinky toe, restless and ready,
beg you to storm out?
. . .
and, contrary to previous-post-related belief, I love my friends. I just don’t love the ones that aren’t.
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I wish my pinky toe wanted to leave.
Nothing does.
So I stay.
My brain is bigger than all my toes.
And smarter.
But they can wiggle.
Involuntarily, it seems.
Take that.
Brain.
brain + toe correlation seems to be vital for a healthy living. me thinks.
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