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When keyboard-bashing signs and space,
I seldom see a familiar
face. Though it's possible now to
meet, see, hear, your dream (but not touch)
drift mouse o'er icons - double click.
Life-secrets revealed through Window
layers. Welcome to my website!
Cerebral sex, flirting on-line,
erases the risk of truth. Be
anyone for everyone on
the safe World Wide Web of deceit.
Construct a distant mirage for
the lonely, scared, ugly, who
can't fit the ideal, to complete.
Click here - Click where? Comment. E-mail.
Enter my world and 'know' me there!
Frances Macaulay Forde
Read poems about / on: lonely, truth, dream, world
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