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A Poem: WYSIWYG 

last nite u said ttyl

but didnt, and ive hrd that b4

all those times u say gtg.

im scared; r these ur last wrds?

l8r? l8r? y not now?

its not hrd 2 c

y i cnt reach u; its

b/c u run rings round

my brokn nglish.

btw luv, im still w8tng,

for u 2 brb

i m just like ur wrds;

b/c w/o u i m

disembodied,

gossamer,

fractured : (

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  • A poem by David G. Farber.

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