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• Phone Screen in the Dark

  the glow casts a quiet spell,
  fingers hover but never touch,
  words drift in a silent dance,
  a world unfolds in gentle hues,
  yet eyes hold a distant ache,
  like a glass with misted edges

  each message a whispered echo,
  seeking warmth in digital breath,
  hopes flicker like fireflies,
  caught in a jar without air,
  …

  5 January 2016

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