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Phones

A poem by Anonymous














there is One way to say it

you Run away so

not to say it

There are Knots where there once

were Not

Wear the smile

to Ware you out

look me in the Eye

but I look away

you cannot Hear me when I talk

but I am Here, still talking

and so I Write

to make it Right

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