You shall have no pie

What were we meant to be
shoulders smooth and round
heartbeats
a voice
hands
fingers
tapping out a secret message
stay in bed
no need to move
all is clear
all is the same
if we did get out of bed
if we moved
if we spoke
only in whispers
would we remain
disappear
would we ever rest again
or live forever
We lost our way
we have lost our mittens
such naughty kittens

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