Electronic Pulses are Like Beats of a Heart


Sometimes I wonder if my stuttering heart
Can be felt, by you, through the thin words.
Ff a small screen can relay the racing mind
And the longing (I feel) for a new start.

Sometimes I wonder if it’s best not to ask
And I think, just maybe, it might very well be.
But that smile is enough to make me tell
You (how many times now?) that your mask.

Is much prettier than mine.


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