Sometimes I feel like the tail end of a thought
got lost, and the rest of it worked itself out,
completely resolved and gone for good, before
I could notice or figure out what it was. But
something to do with you, I think. It usually is,
these days. Too bad I can't call you up
and ask you for hints. I far too much love
your mysterious ways.
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