A stream of words comets across your screen in the dead of night while you sleep with someone new. Your past comes bubbling up with cartoony bings and is punctuated by the cutest of emoticons. Quick short blurbs blister in a shade of neon and sit excitingly to burst your morning wide open, into a million little pieces. Draft dreams go right to the trash app and you'll be better off cutting the tie and flushing the device right down the drain. Go back to bed and fear your favourite street corner at noon and not the bedside table, and never your pocket.
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