Poem 8 aka. Cyber Poem

I don't like it

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how you can, for hours, just look at the sky

how you keep sending me silly things you find

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how sometimes, you just make sounds, when I talk to you

how, when I use a word a lot, you will start to use it too

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how you always repeat the same few phrases without meaning

how you correct my grammar when we are speaking

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I don't like it

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