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Jul 2013
Phone rings, and rings again,
again, there's no voice yet, but
already I am holding my breath-

or is my breath caught?
Only caught up in it all,
caught out, or caught
just in time?-

Then there is the voice again,
again it greets me from the other end,
on other side of the (border)line-
"Personality Disorders?"

I hold the receiver and my breath,
still. I am still not sure
if I called, who I called-
called me? Is this what I am called?
Daisy King
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Daisy King  27/F/Hampstead
(27/F/Hampstead)   
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