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We’ve never met, and yet we seem to click

And double-click in synchronicity,

To ‘chat’, like long lost friends. What makes us tick

Is mutual mystique and levity.

I picture her, assuming she’s a she,

With attributes of intellect and wit.

I often wonder how she thinks of me;

Someone who’s loving, kind, and passionate?

But every time the opportunity

To meet arises, we procrastinate.

For cyberspace is not reality,

Though neither is the fickle hand of fate.

Despite a seeming meeting of the mind

Can lonely hearts be lonelier combined?