you don’t want to hear my response

your precious concentration I imagined would look so distraught

At the answer given as a gift

Wrapped fine. FINE

I am wending my way through your hair imaginary fingers with my imaginary presence. Feel my apparition kisses

They are bites too. Don’t mind me I will sit on the windowsill

And I will tell you about a narrow room

And a narrow bed

And this one key that I found to unlock a prison i fashioned with papier-mache and my own hair

Spoiler: I’m free

Author: K L

Just having a human experience like everyone else.

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