Virus
Stuck in text mode,
a false way to love.
Over a screen
little letters,
little words,
spilling out so much.
"I love you, baby"
"I love you too"
"I miss you baby"
"I miss you too."
"I want to see you, baby."
"I want to see you too."
"Soon."
"Yes, soon."
Little screen,
little letters,
little words.
It can't go on forever
like this.
Maybe you think it can.
But eventually
the battery
will die
and the screen
will go black.
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