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Jan 2013
Sometimes my phone doesn't register my touch
And I can't help my mind from wandering to the thought
that maybe my phone somehow senses
the numbness in the fingers that touch it
belonging to someone so empty
Maybe it somehow knows
the person using it is not full of the warmth of light and happiness
But feels dark and dead on the inside

The thought comes
The thought goes
And all that is left is merely a glitch in my phone
Written by
Shelby Smith
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   Elizabeth Paxton
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