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Thank you.
Praise you.
though I never
said to you
what I wanted
too.

This distance crushing, 
as in crushable as in:
I like you; 
so let's pretend, 
that way we are not
through.

For the sake of this 
red-breasted brown-feathered
bird, you are cute.
For the sake of the lobby
being full, I won't blush
blue.


You take my cup and
fill it.
I'm crushed by you.


Pretend and 'cause I don't
want the real you.
Public you and public I:
public us;
quiet and looking 
deep into 
ourselves.

Mediate me page, 
mediate my dull soul;
let her notice
my imaginative please.
Mediate me and
don't crinkle,
please.

While I while a-while, 
sitting alone,
where the bird spoke goodbye 
and flew home,
I while a-while and bring this poem to
an (I think you and I are...) 
close.