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Cell Phone

This connection

is not a tangible thing

by its nature, technological,

yet it seems we have

entered some shared place

where I can almost

touch you.

 

This place

is not a joyous one

by its nature, sweet

yet also bitter as we have

come so close but no nearer

and the comparison

is unflattering.

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Written by
eliana
American
Published
Feb 5, 2014
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Notes

For B.H., because some nights typing hug just doesn't cut it.

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