finally stopped
it's like 45 degrees
out there
or something"
i can hear you
typing furiously
about one thing
or another
and i stop talking
respectfully
and the silence
goes on and on
but i don't mind
because i'm used
to you
and the things
you do
and i know
that even though
it's quiet now
you'll be talking
a mile a minute
about something
soon as we're done
dwelling
in ourselves
so far away
from each other
(wait)
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