S.M.S S.O.S
My phone is warm,
Soaked in sweat.
The heart frys,
My thumb flies.
Alphabet arranges itself,
Commanding my mind,
My thumb.
Eagerly I wait,
For that buzzing sound of vibration,
For that harmonic message alert,
For that heart-warming greetings.
Yes, I'm messaging somebody!
Soaked in sweat.
The heart frys,
My thumb flies.
Alphabet arranges itself,
Commanding my mind,
My thumb.
Eagerly I wait,
For that buzzing sound of vibration,
For that harmonic message alert,
For that heart-warming greetings.
Yes, I'm messaging somebody!
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