electric correspondence

you come to me an old friend a good friend, I open the door and you rush in eager and deliberate whispering stories of all that  ever was cold acquaintance

you come to me
an old friend
a good friend,
I open the door
and you rush in
eager and
deliberate
whispering stories
of all that 
ever was
cold acquaintance
earth limericks
gripping me
whole 
with your 
electric correspondence
taking me
into myself

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