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May 2019
What has turned of my life?
Of what value are you in it?
Let’s not fake relevance.
Echoes of a dying connection.

Let’s be real.
I took your contact number, so communication can be easy,
And we can meetup.
Not to create a new distant relationship,
Digital love be boring.
Echoes of a dying connection.

Nothing builds,
Nothing touches,
A human being,
More than attention.
Attention structures communication,
Communication foresees relationships.

Let not your emotions be emojis,
Let not your response be status updates,
Fortifications of a convo in burial, can’t be made through texting.

Of you and I,
The future shines through,
But a moonlight.

Digital,
This isn’t a version of me, I commune with.
Digital,
This isn’t a version of me you fell for.

Echoes of a dying connection.
Completed: 19th August 2018 [17:39 PM]
Let’s be Real!
Darryl M
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