The Voice Poem by Sans Serif

The Voice



It was Thursday night and the lights were low.
I was home alone on my own, solo.
I heard a voice call out to me.
It spoke so clearly it scared me.
I said 'Forget the world it did you wrong.'
I must admit, I dealt its throngs.
I asked it if it could tell me how.
It said 'No. Not right now'

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where ever the stars still spell my name
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