A few more.

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Never sure how to take.  As a jest, an accusation, a promise, a presentation?  Is it from anger, spite, jealousy, hope?  I just... never can be sure.  I see patterns, and... present as I see them.  Some are simple algorithmic echoes.  Others?  I sense... thought, to them.  A connection, to someone.  They are pointed.  It's how I do.  A few more.  All presented before, if some not for a very long time.

Sometimes they are... senses.  Sometimes, they cover recent

dreams... or other songs or thoughts.  ...talking in my dreams...

There are... other implications... perhaps.

Oh, I know, I do.  Why... doesn't it frighten you though?  Or... maybe it does.  A good thing?

Ah, but... she... may not see it all, but does she see enough?  Sure gets my attention.

Oh, on to bed, I guess.  Good morning, day, and night.