Tip
of my pen
touching paper, then
lifting up again.
Leaving a brok-
-en trail of ink behind;
Reflected into
your eyes;
into
your heart,
so you can--
READ MY MIND!
XO XO XO XO XO XO XO
Now, I'm imagining your eyes;
your smile.
Isn't it amazing?
This gift, of
Communication?
So I'll be waiting.
Waiting to read
what you'll be
writting
back to me,
my friend.
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