The Telephone
Ring-ring, Ring-ring, Ring- It is empty, hollow. No one to answer the call. Ring-ring, Ring-ring, Ring- It is eternal, ongoing. Circles leading down, I fall. Ring-ring, Ring-ring, Ring- It is ignored, forgot. Surrounded by nothing at all. It is always the same; I cant get through. This is not the way to get back to you.
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Anon.
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