My HTC Desire.
Thou hast served me so well.
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You refused to crack under pressure;
The metal staircase in Australia,
Many o' drunken nights around New York,
Falling again and again out of my jeans that are too tight,
Or my fingers that are too slippery.
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But alas, old friend.
The amount of times I have dropped you,
is now equal to the number of calls thou hast dropped.
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You no longer have energy
and shut off without warning
or consideration of my conversations.
And I must leave you for an iPhone once again.
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But fret not!
I will store you safely in my desk drawer.
And next weekend when I get shitfaced and drop my new iPhone,
I will return to thee and once again.
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And on sleepless nights,
I will touch thee with my fingertips,
and press thee to my face,
and you can hear my thoughts,
and desires,
once again.
-insomniasexx 6/1/2012