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You are but a dream to me.
A small piece of brightness that I close my eyes to see.
A voice in the night, that I will never hear.
Just a screen name to cling to.

Sign on for that thrill, the kind word,
the gentle hello. 
(The fantasy I reach for,)
A diversion from a lonely life
a few stray exchanges to keep me sane.

I imagine your voice, your face, your hands
all of which, I've never seen.
All you really are, is a few notes
sent on a small black screen,
a tiny pop up saying hi.

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