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If only a way to convey Some last minute message Restore what was precious Making sense of the garbled chatter That click-clacked and splattered About the room And all too soon Turned to ashes What should have lasted Beyond the first flame All the same Couldn't there be a final attempt To say what is actually meant To broadcast Dot... Dot... Dash Some telegraphed note Not stuck in the throat Of harsh words, real or not Hitting a sore spot Sent on the wire The genuine desire To fix what was broken Those wounding words, spoken Love, gone in a flash Dot...Dot...Dash