Screen scrolling
seeking moments
to slip beneath
to take her
with his words

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You’re right
last night
one time only
don’t tell my heart
it’s awake now

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Can’t be her fit in
a moment here
a rushed goodbye
her kiss of hello
barely dry

Can’t be doing
with do if you do
don’t like that way
yes, I see you’re cute
I read you, every word

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It happens, most times
you know, just scroll by
your picture, your pitch
eyes linger, minds read
damn you’re real, good

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So we emailed
bared a bit, then
we didn’t, well I wish
you, still here, well
you know, as I you