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We walk: heads down, minds consumed By the ever-growing social haven That we seize in grasp. Its palpable exterior draws us in;
Where has the privacy gone? From homes separated by a large canvas Of green grass and long fences Now walls sit not a feet from walls Where voices can clearly be heard And privacy has dissipated into the
The wise warn, 'don't give in to the cruel monster in disguise,' Who deviously hides in childrens' pockets
I be You be We be but we don't hear each other because you see the words that I say that don't communicate how I feel because they are words on a 1 1/2 glowing screen.
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