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They used to say: Eyes are the window to the soul But now Phones are a reflection of Who you are Gone are the days Of courting and community Replaced by Hookups and hallucinations. Relationships are Reduced to “situationships” Each swipe diminishing anything real. What do we have left? We bury ourselves in our phones Rather than look Each other in the eye. You lose if you show feelings The grass should be greener, On the other side, Yet it is rotted. It’s a cruel game. I hope this is what you wanted. If only we could take our phones To the grave.
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Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
Phones
They used to say: Eyes are the window to the soul But now Phones are a reflection of Who you are Gone are the days Of courting and community Replaced by Hookups and hallucinations. Relationships are Reduced to “situationships” Each swipe diminishing anything real. What do we have left? We bury ourselves in our phones Rather than look Each other in the eye. You lose if you show feelings The grass should be greener, On the other side, Yet it is rotted. It’s a cruel game. I hope this is what you wanted. If only we could take our phones To the grave.
-written in 2023. Edited 8/27/25.
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Oct 3, 2025
Oct 3, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
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