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A Poem by Don't find me

there's distance.
between our fingers,
our chests, our cheeks.
my new evening activity:
watching you watch her.
every night she sits there,
missing a dimension.
jealous,
i struggle to entertain.
i perform for you.
sometimes,
i can almost taste the attention
streaming through my screen.

© 2011 Don't find me


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...
. oh, this is brutally moving ... excruciating ...
. i'm in a place ... perhaps a lot worse than this ... but i hope ...

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm sure there's a significant number of people who can relate to this; the longing for a person so far away is also no exclusive dissatisfaction of this generation. i wish resilient patience and hope upon you. the line "missing a dimension" enraptured me.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on July 10, 2011
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A Poem by Don't find me