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The 'phone is dead.
I cannot hear you.
You've long since fled.
I cannot find you.
My sound goes on
Its answers wear me.
Echoes response -
My own voice tears me.
If whispers dream
And spectres bring me
Visions true -
Let you be with me.
Sally Plumb
Thanks sharing this one Sally. It's heart-breaking. And I love the last verse...N
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4/24/2024 10:46:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is deep, dont know how to say but to me this is very well written and expressed..loved it