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Dec 2020
talking
across these miles
my friend,
i notice how empty
the room is,
lacking so many parts of you.

i want to reach through
and connect
my friend,
but i trip on the wires
and slip under the waves,
losing hold of you.

what i really want
in the end
my friend,
is to hang up,
get back to where i began,
missing the whole of you.
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dawnvisits
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