How, my love,
do I write you
just a poem,
when it is
all of poetry
you deserve?

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There's a reason I
don't want an iPhone:
it's an OhMyGodWhy? phone,
a frustrated sigh... phone,
groan, moan, take-a-loan phone
that is guaranteed to crack
when it falls out of my back
pocket, it's not rocket
science to design a device
to survive gravity's attack.

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She came home with the packet in hand, not wrapped in newspapers.

Family shocked: "How could you..."

She retorts, "They're pads, not pavs."

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I will proceed
to geotag myself
in Google Maps
and wait
to be verified:
veritable blue-tick
validating my
existence.

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The doors
I've shut
outnumber
the paths
ahead.

I can only
see the map
with closed eyes:
vision
without sight.

How ironic;
closure,
I find,
needs
openings.

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It's been so long
since that last
- touch -
I've forgotten
I've once felt.
On frozen stone
no moss has grown;
touch me
and I'll melt.

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There are friends & there are friends,
Some see you as means to ends,
Some are nice & do mean well,
Some will make you go through hell.

Now, I don't know which kind you are,
But I'll tell you what I've learned so far:
Stick with me through good & bad
And I will do the same, comrade.

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Aspiring to those peaks above,

hand in hand, we'd hike.

But in our quest for finding Love,

we lost our way to Like.

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Let us meet once again,
not as lovers, but friends,
with the odds on beginnings,
not ends.

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