skype 2A Poem by Don't find me
there's distance.
between our fingers, our chests, our cheeks. my new evening activity: watching you watch her. every night she sits there, missing a dimension. jealous, i struggle to entertain. i perform for you. sometimes, i can almost taste the attention streaming through my screen. © 2011 Don't find meReviews
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