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¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ # § ¨  # § ¨ # § Lying # § ¨ # § ¨ # § ¨ §¨§¨¨§§§§§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #   §    ¨   In   My   Room,   #   §   ¨ §¨§¨§¨§§§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ # Arms Flopped Over The Edge Of The Bed. §¨§¨§¨¨§§§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #  § ¨ Something Poking  My  Left  Hand, §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #      §     ¨      Something     Slimy, §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #  §  ¨ Slithering Around  The  Fingers, §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #   §   ¨   Up   The    Arm.   #   §   ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ Is   It  Drug-Fueled   Apathy?   #  §  ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #   §   ¨   I   Don'T   Move  The   Arm. §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #    §    ¨    #    §    ¨    #   §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Whatever It Is That'S Tasting  Me, # § ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ It    Moves   Further   Up,   #    §   ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Reaches    The    Armpit.    #    §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ I   Turn  My  Head  Toward  It.  #  §  ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #   §    ¨    Looks    Like    Seagrass. §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #   §  ¨  It'S  Kinda  Cute.   #   §   ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #    §    ¨    #    §   ¨    #    §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #  § ¨ Once  It'S Up  My  Neck And On My §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Face,    I    Bite    It.    #    §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #  § ¨  The Texture  Is Like  That  Of A §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Juicy      #       §      ¨       Grape, §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #  § ¨ And The Squish  Tastes Like Sweet §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ #   §    ¨   #   §   ¨    Cucumber.    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ # § ¨ It'S Very  Good. # § ¨ And I # § ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Suck   More    Of   It   In.   #   §   ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #    §    ¨    Chew    It.    #   §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ # § ¨ The Seagrass Doesn'T Seem To Mind. §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ #    §    ¨    #    §    ¨   #    §    ¨ §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ §  -  Apathy  Gone,  I  Sit  Up.   §   - §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ §  -   The Tendrils Are Stuck Under §  - §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ §  - My Shirt,  §  - Entering By The Arm §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ And  Exiting  Through  The  Collar. §  - §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ § - This  Makes It  Hard For  Me To Push §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ More   Of   It   In   My   Mouth.   §  - §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ § - I Make To Remove The Shirt,  But The §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ Seagrass Finally Protests  When I Try To §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ Move     My    Left     Arm.     §     - §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
¨§¨§§¨¨§¨§ §   -  So  -  Eating  It  Is  Ok,  §   - §¨§¨§¨§¨§§
¨§¨¨§¨§§¨¨ §  -  §  - Moving It  Is  Not. §  -  § - §¨§¨§¨§¨¨§
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