one.

i am a ghost behind a screen,

and you are the warm, beating thing on the other side.

among a list of a hundred names, my finger hovers above yours

but i always end up talking to a number of different people

when it’s you that i want to talk to.

some times i find it disconcerting,

how i devour a hundred at the loss of one.

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