books about birds
you showed me moss on the rooftop
i make faces from across the room
you giggle
i giggle
it’s nothing much
it’s nothing special
but when i think of the typewriter letter that came from your book that i’ve put on my wall that you asked me questions about that you read diligently that sits on your desk next to your bed in your room that you showed me that i cleaned and complimented
i think of you
and my heart is awake
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