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I tend the mobile now like an injured bird We text, text, text our significant words. I re-read your first, your second, your third, Look for your small xx, feeling absurd. The codes we send arrive with a broken chord. I try to picture your hands, their image is blurred. Nothing my thumbs press will ever be heard. DUFFY, C.
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