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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 Change Into something Neither of us Really relate to Or want to be with Worlds apart Out the door Leave a comment