We’re All Dying to be Loved

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To live happy with the people around you.
You have to play the right part
And exist on a level that is more
Fruitious in dimension
Than a voice over the phone
…and idea in your head.

You must answer when questioned.
Even if the question is really just a m e ssage.

The time




Between





Communications




Shouldn’t take



This






L o n g.




We are meant to exchange
In flesh

When you say ‘I love you’ in flesh
My eyes swell
Pupils dilate

When you say ‘I love you’ through the machine

1100110010
1001000100110011001
10101001001001001
1001100011001000010000 1000101001001

Lmfao.


(Constricts pupils)

J


Ring.
(yelling from the past becomes ringing of the present)

Its nice to know we are all so c o n n e c t e d.
Connected with

Bell.

Ring.


So much damage done with the phone.
You can be an army of 10 men - -

- -when you don’t have to look someone
In the eyes.

So much damage done with those silicon b easts
You can become a tank.

When all you have is time, words, and choice
Our fingers become our voice.


In a world so connected,
With the extra time

All our thoughts, feelings, and selves
Become so dissected.

Machines are favoring
The coward.
To lead existence

But once the lines and networks burn
Hugs and kisses they’ll have to relearn.


Ring.

Put me down!
Hang me up.

Im always on this phone
But I still feel so alone!

L

Whats between you and I?
Two digits 1100011000100
That turn on and off 00110011001

(on and off)

Which one do you want to be?


I’m a number, call me.




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