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turning in circles
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
No one picked up.
Was anyone even on the other line?
Was the other number even in existence?
She might never know.
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
It rang
rang
rang
No one picked up.
Was anyone even on the other line?
Was the other number even in existence?
She might never know.
She turned in circles, the phone pressed to her ear.
It rang
rang
rang
Published 5th Jan 2020
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6th Jan 2020 00:26am
It speaks of repetative behavior reinforced by fear of the unknown. And you did a great job in keeping the poem true to its message with repetition itself. Bonus points!
6th Jan 2020 00:31am
