Poem

Friend’s press

Virtual emptiness creeps on me
this glowing square makes them unreal
I remember my childhood full of fun and mud and smells
and people who were alive with smiles and faces
and they had voices
every voice was special
now they are all strangely silent
now they have transformed into flat pictures and sentences
like characters from newspapers

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