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Shpiel fun Shiksa
Forget about everything below this line, just a bunch of warm ice-cream.
Oh this is not the place to get out of the lines I was supposed to be in.
Haiku, I think we are going for Haiku this night. Tonight, tomorrow.
My dogs are staring at the door, foreshadowing you. Feel free to be late.
Just for you to know, this is Hilton Hotel here. Surrealistically like you.
I am so sorry I didn’t listen in poetry class, in grammar class, in English class.
I don’t know who had put this baby/mask/toy here.
I should have been sleeping by now, but I am daydreaming, about you.
I forgot how to structure an approach, I think with you I fail to plan.
All these dots in between, glancing, thanking for the minutes wasted.
I wish I could just keep on writing these horrible drafts until you’d be here, but I think I am going to just sleep tonight. Sleep it out.
Probably not.
You send me an emoji with hearts as eyes.
Be careful, you know, this could lead me to hit the lights of the junction and cross the street of your mind in red light, excuse me, but I will just say it now.
I knew it.
