One eye on the phone
One eye on the TV
Can't look away
Overwhelmed.
The thought of losing you would result in an insipid life
Dependable? Maybe
Like a foreign deportee that has become me
In all actuality it has become inherently clear
Because phones seemed great stereotypically
It feels as if I'm wading - what is the solution?
To this fascinating phenomena called the Technological Revolution
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