I think this is poetry. But I just wrote it. How can that be?

[greaver]

Fingers lovingly caress plastic, like a teenage lover's gentle touches, predicated by insecurity and overconfidence simultaneously. As pressure in space, the fingertips simply seem to push away their target, all resistance having evaporated. Acceptance leads both oppressor and oppressed to distance, the nothing increasing like the force of

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[greaver]

Thanks, I try! I think that came out very well for something I was just writing down because I was too chickenshit to text this girl.