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Thinking of yuo on dyslexia

I think of you. Every time. I've already counted.
That's not news, not for me, neither for you.
It's a recurrent thought in my mind,
and it's a bright part of my day.

But have you thought how I do that?
I will tell you how it's always in confusing terms.
And don't misunderstand me,
it's not confession or confusion about my feelings.
It is sometimes that thinking of you is like a typo.

I think on reverse all time. And all is mixed in my head.
The simple construction of you can be mixed.
You can be yuo. And trying to correct it can also be a miscake.
The one you eat but also the one you fail.

Thinking about your heart could bring me to the earth.
Can blow me away from the head, can bring me just to death.
Same letter or sound combination, an entirely new frontier.
For my feelings, There are no borders.
Except when it is broader.

And there's no limit when you are timid.
Long enough to write and make some order.
Because if you think that writing is confusing,
I won't tell you about the mix that I have with the dress you are using.

Don't ask me to be brave about what I feel for you.
Because one of those days I will write about graves or grapes.
And you will fall asleep or in love,
But better falling than failing,
besides, there's no distinction between both.

In your eyes, I always read yes.
Convenient misunderstanding, you'd think.
But the fact is only there,
Just for you to read.

Your same is a challenge. Have you rearranged before?
Besides, it is the name and not the same, but an unintended error too.
So yours has a's to move, you have i's to change, and the the n to drop away.
(Yes, the double "the" was intended)
Everything becomes fixable and movable to endless combinations.

And it is only in one word, but think about a complete sentence.
Kissing you eyes or kissing you as are close enough for amateurs.
And if you add just one more s the world will come dirty or naughty.
All of them acceptable for me.

Doesn't matter then how to arrange that.
I'm thinking of you, and that's it.
With missing phrases and changed words.
Moving your heart is the right arrangement for my soul.

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