A Small Request

OK, sweetie, it’s time for you to get out of my head now.
I really do have a lot of work to do
And as much as my heart loves swirling
With your hair tangled in my fingers thoughts
And your words as little clouds, puffy-soft,
throughout the skyscape of my head,
Drifting carelessly, but endlessly;
My sky needs to clear a little bit, ok?

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