— and anxiety knows no bounds
and ties itself up with others.
it's a steam of consiousness,
with no start or end.
she whispered with me, that is, if you heard us both,
because i don't know if you would,
or, indeed if you could.
the accidential sentences, words, that come out of your mouth.
they are exciting, yes,
but anxiety knows no bounds.
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