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Jan 2019
my phone is at one percent

and strangely, I feel no urge

to plug it in.

if my phone is my brain

and my charger my eyes,

when they close and theoretically I die,

but really

I just begin again.
Bed time poetry
Written by
Erika  24/F/Cleburne
(24/F/Cleburne)   
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