Friday, 30 May 2014

iPad


Pads of the eye spy!
And I see them, don't think I don't.
I know you're watching.
The tablets are recorded and reported.
Do you remember when I rolled up drunk
and I loved you enormously
through those forgotten ramblings?
We were talking about beaches.
You burn a hole in my pocket
every single awful day.


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