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I revised this one several times before I was satisfied, but still it
doesn't seem quite complete. It sprang from some email exchanges
that evoked emotion on both sides.
I hurl my words at you through cyberspace,
unseen electrons that carry my rage.
No visual contact to see your face,
my imagination is playing the sage.
Transgressions are easy when indirect;
offense begets insult as postings fly.
Interpretations at best circumspect,
contemplate pain realizing the lie.
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