I'll shatter this phone into a million pieces
The traitorous device that carries your words to my eyes
I'll dream of all the different ways to end its life
Smash it with my foot
A hammer
A heavy piece of equipment from the shop
Run over it in a valiant display of speed
When space-age glass is tiny shards
They'll bury in my skin
Forever irritating
The way you'll always be with me.
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