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“The world” now means “the internet”.
“My friends. “My phone”.
Let’s hold hands, drink water, falling stars hope for everything.
Drinking from silicone, gripped red-tipped fingers, I lock eyes with the door knob’s glare.
In person. You are
The most of everything.
I kiss the brass and hear the furnace dry the air.
Flags of beaded water hit the hardened
Steam that knows you
And so you’re here.
In person. I know you,