Via Text - Poem by Kewayne Wadley
Smiley faces become the period at the end of her pharses.
Imcomplete sentences become fragments that give our digital thesis meaning.
An essay of thoughts.
A Bold text highlighted by a white light.
An electric love trasmitted while your not here.
An anestheic to heal the scrape left by the amount of time it takes to reply.
Fingers await anxiously.
As each day hardly passes without rain.
Cleansing the screen protector.
To clearly view your message
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