To my mom, and all her wonderful traits I've picked up on without shame.
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Is it normal to sleep with 3 different blankets?
And to be incapable of sleeping without a body pillow?
Is it normal to toast your peanut butter and jelly sandwiches?
And to dip them in milk after they're cut into squares?
Is it normal to answer the phone in a very formal voice?
And to say words like hello instead of hey?
Is it normal to sometimes slip into accents, not of your own?
And go days without talking normally again?
Is it normal to repeat yourself over and over?
And to have reoccurring topics in all of your conversations?
Is it normal to love unconditionally?
And to become so emotionally attached so fast?
Is it normal?
To watch your mom, and pick up on all of that?I don't personally care
Because the two of us can look back together and laugh
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PoetryI write poetry. So you're good? I didn't say that. I write poetry. So you can rhyme? I don't always. I write poetry. So you tell stories? Every time.