I look at the clock on the desk
I look at your reflection on the TV screen
I mumble a bit of nonsense
I try my best not to be obscene
I look at your photo on my phone
I reach to pick up and text you once more
I type a bit of nonsense
Now the ball is in your court
I go out of my way to talk to you
I listen to your voice and I fall beyond return
I don't hear any nonsense
So patiently I await your turn
I see you and it's hard to look away
I become frozen but from a loving Medusa, who knew?
I've never seen your nonsense
But now the arrow points to you
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