EACH FIBER
CONFORMS AND
IMMEDIATELY BENDS OVER
BACKWARDS TO THE ONSET
OF WEIGHT. I MELT DOWNWARD
RELEASE A SIGH AND
SETTLE INTO THE CUSHIONS.
THE HAS COME TO
AN END. ANY PRESSING WORRY IS
SLOWLY ERASED FROM MY THOUGHTS.
FEELING EXPONENTIALLY RELAXED.
IT SEEMS THAT
I'M BECOMING
THE COUCH.
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this poem makes me feel comfortable. I feel like i want you chaise lounge.
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