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My Poet (It's a Wonder)

I didn't even know I could talk that loud

Until you were laughing emphatically while I projected comedy over your voice.

If I ever make you feel small—

It's a wonder you even see me.

You wrote about me once on a psychedelic trip, then totally forgot about it later

But the morning after you launched into a monologue about how it changed your life.

I might think about you forever—

It's a wonder you even see me.

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