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Exchanges
They exchanged songs
And comments mixed
With video and stills,
Spoke a bit of yesterday,
The empty part of today,
But never of the future,
There was no tomorrow
In the snippets of their
Conversations and tweets,
Like treading water, killing
Now time, they teased and
Tempted back and forth, no
Promises, no commitments,
And yet they could be lovers
Should circumstance catch
Them on the same tide, under
The same moon, adrift in
The nonchalant bravado
That blew kisses from deep
In the heart of their exchanges.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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