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I drip circuit boards, curl my toes, wrong fingertips, staring out sleepy windows, chewing on limp skies. I stare at the ceiling, places where I have never looked before, paint I have not tasted, creeping slowly, pressing water from its lips. please just keep me here, in the chipped foil, cracked smile, cold shadow. I can live here. I can tell you about, the telephone wires passing through her hair, the way she bites your cheek, all chess moves as she strives to move.