Strings of words
I skip every other
So no one knows
What I want to say.
Better to have them
Smile and ask for my sleep
Than to be bright-eyed,
Than to let down.
I keep it close or
Throw far past
Ports of notice
Then. And then.
Surprise! Hello.
But you knew
I've always been this way.
For fifty-seven million years.
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