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I’m just an emoji filled love letter, Sending myself to my lover. I’m just a picture of romance screen-shotted off the Internet. Sending myself to my lover. I’m just a flip-phone in love with an iPhone. I push my buttons many times, And I myself become the perfect poem. So I send myself to my lover. And all I get back is: “New number. Who’s this?”
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
You’re an iPhone and I’m One of Those Phones You Can Buy at the Flea Market for $7 (or Something Like That)
I’m just an emoji filled love letter, Sending myself to my lover. I’m just a picture of romance screen-shotted off the Internet. Sending myself to my lover. I’m just a flip-phone in love with an iPhone. I push my buttons many times, And I myself become the perfect poem. So I send myself to my lover. And all I get back is: “New number. Who’s this?”
nick-moser
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Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 9:59 PM UTC
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