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It, I mean her

There is this phone I want... wanted.. I mean need,
it has a skin... I mean screen, clear and smooth,
It has, I mean she has wonderful curves and edges,
the sound she has, I mean it.... has, is a melody I could listen too all day, any day,
I keep photos of her, sorry... I mean the phone in my mind all the time,
I see the object of my desire before me, so close yet still so far away,
like a child going past a candy store, I throw a wistful look every time I go by,
knowing deep down that I might never have her... I mean it.... the phone in my hands,
so instead, I write these confused letters to myself,
hoping that somehow I'll get a little closer,
I tell myself that if I work a little harder, a little longer I might get her, I mean it in the future,
Someday, someway, like Westlife used to sing,
but I'll wait all the same, 
anyway, thanks for listening to me talk about her.... I mean it, the phone... I think,
Wait..... what were we talking about again??

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