we dial into old

we dial into old
memories, expecting
the reception to be
clear, if not
flawless.
and the heart
has a way of
parceling the lag
into milliseconds,
a near imperceptible
thievery. who knows
what the other is
really hearing
at this point
in the intrigue
.
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