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My Fingers Touch Thee

My dear, my phone
Your keys entice me
I just can’t keep my fingers off thee
For the words I can make with thee
I stare and stare at the words before me
My dear, my phone
Ohh… I so do love thee
Never fall from my hands
I do pray
For I would be so lonely





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