Text me.

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You there,
Pretty sponge with the emerald eyes.

Text me.

In the early dark of the night
When my body is heavy but my spirits are light,
I am the sea.

Text me.

My tiny room is a dark infinite tunnel
When the lights are off
In the dark, I am a show off and,
Bolder than normal, I may text first but,
I want you to,

Text me.

For we are close in this darkness.
Some infinites are larger than others and
The infinite between you and me is,
Smaller than the distance between you and me in,
The darkness, why won’t you

Text me.

I’m lonely, in my unholy state, I
love being in my single state, I
ask my family to keep their distance
So you can

Text me.

But you won’t.

It sucks
But I respect that.