A skein of poetry flung out into the void
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A Facebook comment to a beautiful redhead you met once at a wedding
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The internet is a wilderness in the way that New York City is a jungle
Who knew you could be so alone among so many people
In the middle of the rainforest, you can call and call
and never wonder if a person will answer; you know they won't
Out here, there's always a chance
There's always a waiting silence
Wavering, suspended
Sometimes we cry into the wilderness
"Eleanor Rigby"
Tommy Steele 1982
Liverpool, UK
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