Does your mind ever play tricks on you? Because it sure does on me. Your mind tells your lips to do things to the air between them and my ears that my synapses just can't keep up with.
And late at night, it convinces your fingers to type things onto a tiny phone keypad that leave me smiling long after I've hit the
reply button.
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Very impressive poem. Not the style I usually appriciate myself, but you're definately doing it right.