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As I lay awake at half past one in the night, Staring at my smartphone emitting a bright light, I can’t seem to think, the words are slow in coming, The bright light is piercing and penetrating. The smartphone is not so smart, after all.. It doesn’t have : The warmth of your voice , The softness of your lips , The tenderness of your touch.. The magic of your gaze, Which sets my eyes ablaze... But the million dollars question is.. With a phone not so smart, I’m afraid .. How do I connect to the ‘Disconnected’ ? And disconnect from this clutter in my head ? Try to think about sleep instead .. And not about what you had said: You’re not my medicine, you’re my muse, If you still don’t get it, all this is of no use. I’m already imagining us Spending the evening on a lovely cruise...
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
Connecting to the ‘Disconnected’
As I lay awake at half past one in the night, Staring at my smartphone emitting a bright light, I can’t seem to think, the words are slow in coming, The bright light is piercing and penetrating. The smartphone is not so smart, after all.. It doesn’t have : The warmth of your voice , The softness of your lips , The tenderness of your touch.. The magic of your gaze, Which sets my eyes ablaze... But the million dollars question is.. With a phone not so smart, I’m afraid .. How do I connect to the ‘Disconnected’ ? And disconnect from this clutter in my head ? Try to think about sleep instead .. And not about what you had said: You’re not my medicine, you’re my muse, If you still don’t get it, all this is of no use. I’m already imagining us Spending the evening on a lovely cruise...
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 1:59 PM UTC
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