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An image of what I wish you to be,
As I sit and read your thought.
I wonder how much of me there is,
In perceptions of what you jot.
Do I read and see what I'm looking for,
No matter the words you send.
And do you find images of what you wish,
In my messages, end to end.
When we see so little, so much remains,
To be filled in from hopes and dreams.
And the filler we use is from deep inside,
Where everythings not as it seems.
And we picture our friends as we want to find,
Through our filters of hope and care.
And we tell ourselves, that we know them well,
And that they will always be there.
The same for us both, from our comfortable chairs,
A picture begins to grow.
Of the person we find on the other end,
A person we want to know.
A person of whom our knowledge is small,
But our feelings don't seem to be.
For we're building a friendship with who we create,
A creation that won't ever be.
An image of kindness, and honesty,
With minor if any flaws.
An image that suits us in every way,
An image we built because.
We found someone to communicate,
Who cares what we say and feel.
And from that we can build our image up,
Into something too good to be real ……..
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