phone spotting

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Frantic and frequent.
Do I peer into my screen.
Wondering when you will message.
Wondering what your doing.

Each time I look.
I see you.
Filling my heart with something foreign.
Joy.

But it's not you.
It's a still image.
And your a ever moving abstract painting.
It captures a moment, not a person.

I want to see you
I think I want you beside me
I think you fill my mind
I love you



So this is horrendous sorry for anyone that decided to read this

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