rude word, beautiful thing
'text'
what a rude and abrubt word
for something as touching as you
(that's what you are, text-only -- for now)
I believe that sometime in life
you'll be here
to be seen, to be heard, to be touched
my belief is warm and soft,
a cosy blanket on a chilly evening
guaranteed to keep me from the cold
so I sit in the darkening night
making me a blanket,
producing you
it is not desperation,
at least not yet
but it is, undoubtedly,
not real
what a rude and abrubt word
for something as touching as you
(that's what you are, text-only -- for now)
I believe that sometime in life
you'll be here
to be seen, to be heard, to be touched
my belief is warm and soft,
a cosy blanket on a chilly evening
guaranteed to keep me from the cold
so I sit in the darkening night
making me a blanket,
producing you
it is not desperation,
at least not yet
but it is, undoubtedly,
not real
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