Texting Hound
Silence comes from her lips,
Not a word,
Nor a sound, nothing,
But a tapping noise,
As her fingers move quickly,
Along her keyboard,
She doesnt look at the screen,
But instead, watches tv,
Her fingers pause for a moment,
Letting the messages go through,
Then she smiles, and starts again,
The texting hound,
A non-stop machine.
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