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A payphone, Paid for with time and energy All my change I spend on you Released from the caller's heart An already safed contact, Feeling like an anonymous number, Ignored like spammers "Call me back" left on voicemail Hanging loose from the box Still waiting- more days to come
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Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 5:29 PM UTC
Payphone
Who still remembers how he looks like? No, it's his cousin who's always in red, asking everyone to keep calm, and... He still keeps silent in spite of the fact that he's fading away in our mind. (A dangling strand of curly hair a buttoned up, and earrings which never come at a pair.) Either traffic or time washes him away, as no one has ever noticed now his shadow under the sunset is even longer than the toss-and-turn we once had at nights. He’s the only one who will be quiet when listening to others but we just snub/phubs him, and keep passing by.
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Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
Payphone
i am becoming strange who is stranger me or the girl i dont know sitting next to me on the bus my hands shake as i try to remember your telephone number at the corner payphone i keep on glitching itching and twitching and i miss-dial your number and my quarter is wasted i slept with a stranger girl than i remember but not how you think it was that she fell down in the middle of the party and the glitching and twitching reminded me of you so i carried her and put her in my spare bedroom and that was it when she left i went back to the payphone to tell you about it my my hands were still shaking and i miss-dialed your number but it went to your mother who explained to me again why you can't pick up she said you slept in a nice box downtown after you got too drunk and your bike hit a truck i said that i remember how you glitched and twitched how you were hospitalized for a week or two and then when you got out you forgot to call me she told me that you cant call anymore because you sleep in a nice box downtown with your grandma and uncle after she hung up i went to talk to you in this nice box downtown but before i got there i got too drunk and my bike hit a truck and now i can see you in your nice box downtown but you still dont return my calls
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Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
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