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"The Vortex" by Joe DiMino

We become these aliens
At the alarm—
Gone the fond presence
Tucking us 
Through the night,
Warmth of touching
That carried us there—
Such dear nearness
Slapped awake
Parted at the coffee;

It is a distant
Cup we share
The every day

As we both quickly
Into something
Neither of us 
Really relate to 
Or want to be with

Worlds apart

Out the door

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