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Tears on the Telephone
a fistful of hurt
broken in sparkling pieces
like superficial scented potpourri
dried petals woody shavings
her pain in liquid crystals
lovers split broken reflections
shivers of fear of being alone
though love died eons ago
the vow held fast on fingers
Shackles of Silver and gold
a drunken call on the telephone
leave us alone please
No one answering just the machine
she has left to be with him
No one heard the tears
...on the telephone.
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