Stuck

Cheek against the wall for every vibration
because I know how much you want to be heard.
Rock me to sleep soundlessly and
hold me like you did the other day,
although I think you had alternative motives.
Please do not shake me so violently
I’ll combust into a relentless feathered storm.
I am stuck in this state of reminisce, you see,
quit telling me to get up from the floor.

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