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Posted by on Jun 25, 2008

Instant message

A sparse instant message can be so barren,
a wistful sigh on an Arctic tundra,
lonesome, an impenetrable blue sky.

The chasm of a digital divide separates us,
longing in our respective rooms,
I reach into the ether and hear no sound,
only stoic text and an impatient cursor.

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