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Somehow there’s always
something between us, like
an Afghan carpet or
the width of the table,
my books and my music and
your cotton nightdress,
the ghost of your mother -
an entire Grand Canyon
we can’t bridge by shouting
and neither one even
remotely adept at
jumping long-distance
we stand sadly watching
and no more attempt to
meet the other half-way.
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tazz317almost 12 years agoA RIFT THAT HAS TURNED
into a chasm with black hole overtones, TK U MLJ LV NV
