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308. Confessions from a Phone

Blast me from your mouth - take a moment, then release, then inhale and watch the leaves fall around - your lonely form - you are still singing - the water is rising - where are my eyes? Did my digital voice, the fakeness have hidden from yourself, bear some resemblance of hope to you? Take me in again - you love my kindness and my distance equally - now out, and give up.
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