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hooked, lined, sinkered


constantly in each others faces
ping, bing, vibra notifications
like a drug to our very souls
fixated on demand, unsatiated
terrors of batteries going flat
of shutting eyelids only to
miss that next wave of hits
up late, up early; a call-waiting
trance, call on hold music; us
sweating cold, stranglehold



Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-03-08 at 01:20

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