is real.
our love of phones.
that
bright smile of a screen
telling
us
we're loved, we're needed.
we're never
alone.
the dopamine,
the serotonin
streams through our
veins
warms our
shallow soul.
we sleep with it cradled
in our
arm.
we don't want to
miss a single
ding.
a single
photo or set of words
that's sent from
the other room,
or from around the corner,
or very far.
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