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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.
