I tried to tell him but he wouldn't listen.
I skimmed a transatlantic stone
that sank without a trace.
The siren waiting on the rocks
the one who knew what he knew.
Ripples never come back.
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Very lovely and precise. And one or two elements I've often played with but never realized quite as powerfully as you have.
ReplyDeletethr transatlantic story of social network misunderstanding succinctly summarized...nicely done
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