Your absence hums like a phone left on silent, A craving that sparks when your voice isn't there. I chase your replies, every word a sweet hit, Through digital nights, you're my air. My pulse syncs to pings, a rhythm I need, When you're gone, I'm lost in the static. Each gap in your texts leaves my thoughts to bleed, I'm hooked on your glow, automatic.
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Author:
ROSHI (Pseudonym) (
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