You know what I'm talking about. That thing. That thing that prickles your exposed skin in the infant hour of the morning when your body peels itself from the blanket oozing with the mantra that everything will be alright, alright? Or when your heart beats for the beat generation and skips, and you are overcome with a vast nostalgia- even though you are among good people who don't have lonely, crumbling insides and you think that it's maddening that you have done everything right, have done what every other maddening soul has done and yet you've never caught it and your hands hang their wilting heads and hold each other soullessly because there's nothing but air molding in the space between their webbed joints and a better story.
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