There's a yellow sheet I see creases imperfect 

Although I'm not perfect 

The creases are a defect 

It's a continuous cycle of the creases being straightened

Rather relocated and it's making me restless agitated 

To tame one's impulses I zone into a trance.. I choose one crease and it's almost as if I'm shrinking...

The fold in the blanket becomes a corner 

I hear vo...

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