you're at the back of my mind
for every stroke of the key
and i'm having fun imagining
you're in front of me listening
to my unending mumblings
you ain't feeling tired of it
the more i think of you
the longer this stories are
i try to make it interesting
but lately you're not please
to some of the scenes
that pop occasionally
sometimes it's not of my own
it got snag by flow of emotion
logical events spring from within
i can't resist to share, just can't
maybe my pen is not that selective
probably caught in collective thought
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