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We talked-
texted.
I don’t like to talk on the phone
We compared,
contrasted.
I felt normal.
But still, the beast
Had its ugly head
On my shoulder
Mocking me,
reading my private texts.
I wanted to punch it in the face
But how, oh how
do you punch,
a figurative monkey?
- by noMintheletterI |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/21/2009 |
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