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to one separated


i almost pick up the phone
and call your


name


but the distant buzz
of similar mistakes
comes to mind


and with a sigh
my hand returns
to doing nothing


to one separated


distance put itself
between us
and though it's hard
to tell who is farthest


both of us are gone.


� Chris Frazer, 1980



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