The words form
Twisting, embroidering
a plethora of colors
and sounds onto a page
of thin white paper
lined frail blue.
Resounding thoughts
Bounce between periods,
And hesitant question marks.
For a few minutes we are in
One series of thoughts--
Series of shared mutual feelings.
You will think you know me in those
Soft minutes. You will hear my
Distinct voice, as I reveal things
I did not intend to.
Then you will realize slowly
That I have changed,
As have you.
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