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Jan 25
Lots of numbers
Lots of speech
Gone to places
Where most
Can’t reach
Pictures in
My memory
Im at the
Bottom of
The sea
Coup up inside
A pocket
Never feeling free.
I know that
You don’t care
Because our secrets
You do share.
In my shell
It’s just all a drone
Being your
mobile phone.
Written by
Mark Bell  65/M/Portsmouth
(65/M/Portsmouth)   
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