you think this one's about you,
but it's more about,
me and my phone,
and texting,
crazy,
into the night,
holding eight different conversations,
while my mind spiraled,
and came up with,
eight different scenarios,
in which you,
became eight different people
while I counseled,
cajooled,
and commutted,
with
eight,
dude,
why?
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