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Distance
Fifty miles apart
Texting seems further apart
Responding is like driving
Not feeling any closer, even though technology plays apart
Bratty I am
Possessive I’m not
We aren’t that many years apart
Mature thoughts speak with me
Showing interest and do want me
We don’t say much
Turtle motions travel cross our keys
Delayed response
Face to face
Infinities of words
...Sunday 18th February 2018 4:48 am
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