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don't ever get the wrong impression,
by silence,
or not calling,
because your voice will always light my eyes,
and i do long for our next talk,
and my heart is a desolate wasteland
when we're not connected,
and soon, very soon,
we will have nothing between us,
no air,
no miles,
no wires,
no electrons,
but you,
and me,
and you,
as it should be.

© 2002 (28 march) john r. chase