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Phone Still Rings

Gone are the paper mâché shadows that hung by my window. Now dust motes in heavy coats of memories. So long time ago in my sleep. Where dreams are made, sewn with bows. And my old stuffed socks with buttons became my best friends. Now the circle has closed with the collars of angels, where love has no end, but the phone still rings.  
Written by adagio
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