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I caught a glimpse of your outside face
yet in your stark office
we were cramped for space
you had your work face present
succinct and to the point
perhaps I’d see you around
at another place in town

I almost noticed a smile
appear upon your lips
or was it but my imagination
as you found your fingers tips
somewhere above your pen
at the corners upon the pink
I longed to be a pen
I needed to give you my ink