Waiting for an Olde Call: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

We talk deep,/
methinks,/
only when she drinks,/
unless 2 sleep/
she doth fall./
Then,/
2 my she-grin,/
she will not call/
me again/
at all./
Minutes 10/
turn 2 days then.

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