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"Hey!" I call out. But of course it's unheard. She flits back and fourth, Like an uncertain bird. She's tearing up piles, Clothes flying behind. She's frantically looked In each region, but mine. "Son of a ***** She yells to the sky. "Of all things to lose, This one goes in my eye." I snicker. It's true. A conundrum, she's got. In the bathroom she speaks "Are you here??" I am not. She always sees through me, What a wonderful girl She brings me out with her And I show her the world Her life became clear, The day I was hers. Life before me, she recounts, Was a blur. She loves me, and I her. You could say that I'm quacked. She speaks through a sigh "I hate you, Contact."
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
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"Hey!" I call out. But of course it's unheard. She flits back and fourth, Like an uncertain bird. She's tearing up piles, Clothes flying behind. She's frantically looked In each region, but mine. "Son of a ***** She yells to the sky. "Of all things to lose, This one goes in my eye." I snicker. It's true. A conundrum, she's got. In the bathroom she speaks "Are you here??" I am not. She always sees through me, What a wonderful girl She brings me out with her And I show her the world Her life became clear, The day I was hers. Life before me, she recounts, Was a blur. She loves me, and I her. You could say that I'm quacked. She speaks through a sigh "I hate you, Contact."
I wrote this for a class. The prompt was: "Write a poem that speaks from the point of view of a lost or misplaced item that used to belong to you."
#lost#missing#find#see#found#seek#contacts#item
ThatSynGirl
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ThatSynGirl
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
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