Evelyn
She goes by the name Evelyn
Not much is remembered about her
She calls from a telephone box
I answered from a Samsung
Above her head was a vast galaxy
Spacious and filled with stars and nebulas
As far as the eye could see
Oblivious to danger,
Her galaxy has yet to experience a black hole
With no way of communication,
This would strike fear into most people
But not Evelyn
Not much is remembered about her
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