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The paragraphs you send me are long, 

certain, 

and completely free; 

they take flight around my mind like gentle songbirds, 

spinning and singing sweet songs 

as I try my best to understand 

how a boy could talk to me so smart, 

so human, 

and never let his words become caged

to the dry, nonchalant rhythm

that every other boy these days

seems to be playing by. 

I like the way you talk to me.