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Phone
A creature lost in its thoughts When awakened in the morning Trying to connect the dots From the headlines; it's absorbing When the world crawls into the mind And when you feel like dying There’s something which is kind A screen that helps with lying Bright at night, a light of hope Used in many ways, all across the world Like a sin(x) slope Making our hearts go whirled and hurled Though it makes us feel at ease Without it, there’d be no peace
Vera Sokolova
Jan 81 min read
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