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In Love By Message
Blue light on her face
her eyes like moths to the moon
fingers dance, excited
Invisible ribbons flow across space
She's in love, by message
In love, by a thread
Connecting the dots, held by words
Held by a hope
Her room, wood and green
the ghosts of trees
and memories
A photograph of someone lost, someone gone
a man she could depend on
So she types to a stranger
and nobody knows but the face
on the end of the line is dying
of shyness
of shame, and lying
goodbye-ness at her gentle desire
She's in love, by message
In love, by a thread
Connecting the dots, held by words
Held by a hope
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