"It is weird," I thought, tonight, under the hallucinating lights of the bar; "Where is he?" As an extension of recent days (time spent in class as "not," classified as "other") stretched off beyond touch or eyesight, we turned to talking through anonymous channels, again. "At the other end of a phone." Until my call, when I am finally home, goes unanswered; then I know you are asleep, a little kid, with blankets around, until death (the morning), and until we resume (something else).
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"It is weird," I thought, tonight, under the hallucinating lights of the bar; "Where is he?" As an extension of recent days (time spent in class as "not," classified as "other") stretched off beyond touch or eyesight, we turned to talking through anonymous channels, again. "At the other end of a phone." Until my call, when I am finally home, goes unanswered; then I know you are asleep, a little kid, with blankets around, until death (the morning), and until we resume (something else).
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