Countless, that's how much,
i've caressed this keyboard
Struggling to type you
Trying to plaster you into a poem
Numerous, that's how much,
Your words drift in echos
As i capture them with keystrokes
Attempting to configure my feelings for you
Infinity, it's how much,
i promised you back then
With the lock of two sets of lips
And crossed fingers behind my back
Because i was...
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