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On this eternally present appendix of our modern life Called our lifeline, What is a landline? Our fingers glide Our eyes slowly die We stare, we do not dare Look away; wait, I gotta take this! We buy Sometimes sell We search: *** Love Stuff Knowledge? Perhaps. J Eduardo Ramos ©
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Aug 14, 2014
Aug 14, 2014 at 5:32 AM UTC
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On this eternally present appendix of our modern life Called our lifeline, What is a landline? Our fingers glide Our eyes slowly die We stare, we do not dare Look away; wait, I gotta take this! We buy Sometimes sell We search: *** Love Stuff Knowledge? Perhaps. J Eduardo Ramos ©
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