[10/19/17]
Music is playing from that number station
In coded messages, a declaration
From a time long ago
Is a child's voice, odd and low
Swedish Rhapsody, play your song
From an old antenna, the sounds belong
Sounding like a person, a woman or child
Casting into the uncanny valley, mild
Is it human? Not at all
Synthesizing voice they had the gall
2 8 8 3 4
It's been heard before
From the cold war, it's still playing
Stuck in Sad Satan to leave confidence delaying
That sweet little number station
In that old radio, a declaration
♡ ♡ ♡ ♡
I really like number stations, and got inspired.
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Delaney's Little Book of Poems
PoesiaA record of my poems with dates. They're not good, and cover topics of mental illness & morbid imagery. Poems may be out of order and as such are dated. [10/17/17] - [3/2/18]
