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And in plainer text for those who struggle with certain font colours:
REMOTE
You scan the flat horizon
Flinging your arms at one with the waving tree;
Following fluff and fleece, eyes wonder-wide,
Dreaming tickle of fur on nosetip
Thrill of cuddle and throb
You giggle at this
Gambolling gallery
Flush with the wall
Cavorting in HD
Colours bright
As pixels can paint.
You spread your arms
To scoop and squeeze
Scampering into your flock
But your knuckles knock
At a cold hard screen.
Window on worlds
Or fabricating fibber?
You sob exasperation.
Remote in hand,
In heart, remoter.
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