The young and beautiful people of the world.
There they sit, with phone in hand and body curled.
Finding more in a five inch screen
than five minutes talking to a fellow teen.
Please look up and join the rest of us.
We want to know you and won't make a fuss.
The electronic vampire has captured your soul.
We know your hearts aren't black as coal.
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