Everything’s breathing 
Expanding contracting
In a rhythm 
Climaxing like my
Bank account 
Sometimes I go 
Against the rhythm
Enjoying the friction 
As much as anything else
That reminds me 
I’m alive

(Pasta for dinner again)

◄ Situational Insanity

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