Bad Poetry Alert

We sat on your bed
Kitchen light streamed through a hole in the wall
You took a picture of me when you thought I wouldn’t notice
Sleep eluded me
Dry eyes, I left in the morning
I see you on Facebook sometimes
The curse of mutual friends
Will I friend you?
Never
Never
Never
… maybe…
Facebook is the devil

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