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1592 Explorers Of The Sea

I keep a countdown at my desk
these days,
eagerly ticking off the days.
We share a screen in the meantime,
with you, always you,
flashing your slow and steady
smile,
grinning teeth and all,
your eyes lighting up in adoration
at there mere sight of my
pixels.
And I hide my face,
my cheeks flushing crimson,
my chest nearly bursting
with too much emotion.

We are gears that do not stick.
We are the winds in the sails
of explorers,
ready to greet the new
and far off lands.

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