My two loves,
Can be compared in ever way,
They both play games,
But one plays with me.
One I see every day,
The other is a key stroke away.
One I can hear, touch, and see,
The other I can only see pictures he sends to me.
One makes me feel like death is on the way,
But I accept comfort anyway,
The other makes me happy,
Just by logging in and saying hi ever day.
One is infatuated with having fun,
The other is infatuated with me.
I love both,
But you can’t hug or kiss thru a cable,
But messing with death,
Isn’t that smart either.
But who to chose,
Both love me.
One I think dose,
But the other I know loves me.
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