Text It Out

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Thumbs flinting over the phone screen

Black words on white background

I've learend to decipher tone and mood from texts alone. 

The buzz of my phone a comfort to the silence of my reality. 

Tap Tap Tap 

Send!

Tap Tap Tap

Send!

Tap Tap Tap 

Send!

And so on and so forth 

In the virtual world, I am a social butterfly 

In reality, I am a wall flower 

A listener and a comforter, virutally

An awkward hermit in reality 

 

 

 

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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