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The 'phone is dead.
I cannot hear you.
You've long since fled.
I cannot find you.
My sound goes on
Its answers wear me.
Echoes response -
My own voice tears me.
If whispers dream
And spectres bring me
Visions true -
Let you be with me.
Sally Plumb
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