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The messages

Of innocence

Of contrivance

And eloquence

Stories of gold

Spun like satin

Tongues of old

Continue talking

But it ceased to

Flow like blood

And we ended

Up playing God

Fluent ablations

Stars in the sky

Lost destinations

So ask me why

The metronome

Changes its beat

Your heart starts

S l o w to f l e e t

Communications

Simmered down

It happens, I guess

Sensations drown

And the letters left

Severed by a line

Of bits and bytes

Hey, are you fine?

Your words were

Algid, dripping of

Viscid reality and

Broken up doves

As you spoke with

A hatred, maudlin

Confessions seethe

Prayers so sullen

Worst is confirmed

By a ticking hunch

My reminisce turns

Into a hard punch

My pulse running

Frenetically now

As I attempt in vain

To reach somehow

Am I too late?

Bite nine inch nails

Did I lag behind?

Are you but a tale?

Neurotic storms

Caught in the gale

Again and again

I stumble and fail

Questions fettered

Answer my calls

Scars, lacerations

Clock strikes to fall

Are you there?

I worry, I fret, I fear

Void scenarios flare

I'm here now, dear

Too late comes the

Tears, sliding clear

Please, I do, I care

Are you still there?

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