I Cannot Read your Penmanship

But I read your eyes. On the page, the swirls of blue ink differ from the cold blue gray of your eyes. I listen to your eyes not speak. Your "hand" shows rounded forms that might complement my angular stems along the page. When I sign something on the screen, I let my finger splash across the mild gray blue, a declaration I agree. I'm telling you, I want to learn you. 

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