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Digital Prison

I am tired of this distance in between
I wish I could have you outside of the walls of my phone
The pixels that form your face do not give you justice
I want to cut out the middle man from my ears and your lips
To hear your voice not through head phones but through fresh air
My screen can’t show the twinkle in your eyes
The pinks of your cheek
I can’t feel your hand through a mouse
Nor your breathe through a keyboard
I just want you in front of me
To feel your aura
And take you out my 4 walled digital prison