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Oh, little phone so sleek and bright, With eyes that glow all through the night, You sit there still, but see it all— Each rise and slip, each minor fall. You know the texts I never send, The photos kept, the calls I end, The browser tabs that hide my shame, The late-night searches I won’t name. Through swipes and taps, my truths are laid, The half-meant words, the plans delayed. You hold my flaws, my quirks, my sins, The battles lost, the quiet wins. Yet when I lock you, face turned down, It’s hard to shake that silent frown— For though you’re small, and made of glass, You know the me I’d never ask.
