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words on screen won't tell me
you're still warm
to touch somewhere

this cold and glassy screen
bears no impression
of your passion

no salty-pale ink teardrop trail
no guilty fingerprint
no skin hair spit or blood or sweat
to draw the map of you

black and white I miss you
break
an amputated
linebreak
your poet's soul is crushed
condensed
to ten point type
sans serif