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We did things
From across the seas
On the phone
He tried to talk to me
But his English was too fast
I couldn't understand
So we faded away
To our own land
Of texting and flirting
Wanted him so bad
It was hurting
But it's the way it has to be
For one by the Indian Sea
More or less called an ocean
He had my devotion
But I couldn't get over there
Somehow I still care
I still worry
About his health
If he is okay
Because when he doesn't Tweet
I wonder if he's died away
I know it's not my place to know
If I had money there I'd go
Maybe he'd find me
Treat me right
The way a woman
Wants to be treated at night
Then during the day
I could bring him meal
Maybe he'd wink
Or cop a feel
It's just a fantasy
I once lived
Years later
It still longs to give
The life we had in poetry
And on the phone
Does he know I miss him
And I'm still alone?

8/20/2014 0036PST cj

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