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On the ground in a darkened room

Sighs sent into the phone

Like a teen, but without Radiohead.

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I pair an open mind

And an open heart

With an open hand.

Yahtzee!

When it comes, to you

The sky’s more blue

Next…to you.

And here I am.

Words less spoken, still felt like thunder

Once again, reminding each other

Separate and together, desire for another.

Shifting spring breeze

A distracting itch

Yearn for connection.