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Mar 2017
life is like
a phone line
constantly waiting
for an answer

we look for a giver
but have we just
been our own
receiver?

who may be at the other end?
what lies before us?

the harsh unknown
and its unseething silence
thumping as its own
beating heart

will we continue to wait
for life's last ring
to make its final heartbeat?
(b.d.s.)
thank you for the reception on my last poem!!
shåi
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shåi  Androgynous/sound frequencies
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