Voicemail

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Voicemail

One new voicemail
(That's nothing new...)
From
Sierra."
(That is... [!])
The one morning
(Day thirteen)
I leave my phone to
Charge a bit longer,
Is when you decide to call.
You sounded sad
(Heartbroken?)
In it.
("I haven't heard from you much.")
I didn't want to crowd you,
But now I'm afraid
You think me
Aloof... (?)
I miss you so much.
You made my day by
Just letting me hear
Your voice.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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Morning Light 0
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Too Pretty 1
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Trials of a Hipster 0
Running on Empty 0
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Reflection IV (Midnight Musings) 0
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Reflection II 0
Aflame 0
Almost Lover by A Fine Frenzy 0
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Someone's Missing 0
Casual 0
Vertical Truth 0
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Voicemail 0
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Oregon Coast 0
fin 0
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TV 0
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Missing You 0
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