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Phone call


It’s as if time freezes and the world is at a halt Shrieking sirens break the silence Hurrying me on to pick it up Time is limited Its face illuminating and dancing with bright colors Attained stillness The mystery is deathly It could be anyone trying to contact me My beloved, my father, my best friend It is the temptress of my emotions The hardest thing I could do let it ring and not answer you.
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