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Thoughts That I Often Have

You paw at your eyes like a cat
in an attempt to banish the
sleep bringing sand
out from the corners.
On the other side of the screen,
you’re fading in and out between
the frequencies, your pixels
mingling with the white noise
background of your laptop.
If I could only phase through the
camera
to you,
so we could cling tightly to one another,
wrapping ourselves up in the cocoon
of the thick comforter we would share
in my basement.

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