[Midnight Request Line.]

Sleek black corvette.

Not a dent, not a scratch

And I am feeling better,

Since you asked

What a warm and welcome

Pleasant, wet suprise

What do I owe you the—time

I guess it made me smile for awhile, now

I'm sad again—

Wow, that was quick…

Only took a second, but don't mind my arrogance

‘—I play this and it puts me in a trance.'

I want to dance with you

I hope someone holds my hand like that, one day

Where are you taking me?

“Away, my dear, away…”, he's saying…

I lie awake midday and taking shallow breaths,

I drift away

A weapon for my empathy,

[Midnight Request Line.]

{Enter The Multiverse}

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