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Barefoot on Thin Ice


Through the monitor
I thought she was a nice guy
When we met online.
Boy was I wrong.
Faceless, sexless
We were friends
With a present
And no future.
We thought.
One day
I found the woman
And felt like an idiot.
Carnal
With the shyness
Of a toddler.
I dragged her through
The monitor
By the throat
Flowing freely
Electrons
Into flesh
To the woods.
 
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