Now my time's my own
I tend to want to structure it
With centuries of silence
Between chores and news
I tell the stray cat to stay
And eat the food I leave
But even he doesn't believe me
And even the silence is too platonic
After a while so I wander outside
And try to create a small free space
In my thoughts where you
Finally appear and of course
I'm dazzled and write down
Everything you say O you
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