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Projection
Did you think if we were a projection
Transmitted via our displays
We were real while our perception
Carried us through the years and days
On the screen of a thousand faces
We did manage to see us, but then
Little did we know, that such cases
Can occur without any plan
We weren’t looking for someone, we were
Filling the gaps, posting stuff
Putting comments on pictures we shared
We’ve been courteous more than enough
Till the day of the strangest conjecture
That perhaps simultaneously came
Into our heads: this projection
Is well known, and it has its own name
You said I love you with such grace
I dashed out with I love you too
Now there’s no time and no space
Gone is the projection we knew
Every night to your spirit I’m calling
If you hear my calls, you won't say
Be assured, my love, I'll be falling
Into your arms one fine day.
Copyright ©
Gregory Colodub
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