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Faceless Friend
by Bill
She's a friend unseen - from far away,
Whose laughter silent - echoes loud,
But joy she brings and here to stay,
A face I'd know in any crowd.
She's a silent friend - of silent voice,
Whose finger tips reach far - yet near,
A stranger distant - who made a choice,
To be the friend I hold so dear.
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