Just a poem…
Where do all the deleted messages go…?
Do they congregate in place where letters are sentenced (every Friday)
to an inexplicable hell; a never-ending series of hideous soap opera’s borne of horrible grammar and texting speak…
Or heaven…?
Waxing lyrical in a vernacular infused waltz with Walt Whitman…
Where do all those deleted text messages go?
To purgatory? In an unpunctuated mist of cryptic prose…
Where did those deleted text messages go…?
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