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Jul 2020
I see your face, and like a splash of clear
cold water - Iā€™m startled awake from loneliness.
I hear your voice, and like something lost
and wanted, I feel a breathless interest.
A video stutter is a cruel and sudden reminder
- you are unknowably remote - and this magic
connecting us is just another of passion's obstacles.
I miss personal contact  =/
Anais Vionet
Written by
Anais Vionet  17/F/U.S.
   Khyati and Imran Islam
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