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promised myself i'd write like wayy more so catching upppp

i keep forgetting to invite people to my nightly strolls

it's not an unfriendly thing. it's a thing
that can turn into an unfriendly thing...

but that's not to worry as long as i remember next time.

this was less of a poem and more just a tumble
of thoughts from my head to my fingers
to my keys to my nerve endings
to the computer
somehow
it must be scary for a thought to start
out in the real world.
it all worked out in the end though

i wonder if these spaces make my poem sound way more legit