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A Click.A Crash

Driving, the phone beckons me.
My sight demands, a small lit screen—letters appear.
Eyes locked, not knowing what’s near.



A click. A crash—now, fright.
Tears blind my sight.



I gaze, shaken, to my lifeless phone.





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