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My fingertips stroke the keys
Caressing the distance between us
Demanding and offering typed truths
Giving and receiving a complex mixture
Of reality and fantasy
Of discernment and illusion.
Through the luminous glow
Of the monogomous monitor
A lonely mouse clicks and skitters,
Searching for warmth in a bed of technology.
Will the trap snap?
A delicious gamble.
Who are you? A faceless entity
Tantalizing tidbits of personality.
Can I trust your tales?
Should I embrace the emotions
You agitate
Or reboot,
And surf to safer ground?