I’m falling apart
You tell me not to fall apart
Grab me round and throw me
Smack hard on the table cloth
Just don’t fall apart
Knead me now and roll me
Until your hot hands
Melt me back together again
Why are you falling apart?
The weather, the ground, my chemistry
Is off; I don’t know
Fix me easy right now
I beg you to do what my words
Can’t find right now
To describe all the reasonings
I need a tight squeeze
Of a roll in the soft light
On the table right here
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