Hour 17

Ipod

Dear Ipod, I am selfish, inexplicably selfish
For all my love for you, is actually blemished
My desires for you spring from despondency
You prevent my lone soliloquy
You bring me the companionship
That I failed to find in kinship
You aid my escape
Into worlds I reshape
You bring reason to chaos
My Amos!
But I repeat, my love is tarnished
For had I not been banished
By all I loved
You would not have been so loved

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