It takes two or three rings
reading messages sent via text
reading palms via a smartphone screen
I predict trouble
red moon glowing in midnight sky
you fly higher than impossible
racing around the globe
to Eskimo kiss me
embracing change
continents apart
the west coast bleeds my talent
and resurrects my words in a twisted form
I love and love
and it pushes you farther away
I would drain these veins dry
I would die for you
die for you
and turn round and round in my grave
social networking is the curse of the new generation
and it will be their downfall
I pray for a different world
so my child will know peace and privacy
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