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The mirrors and the nods.
Dial and license plates.
The words you choose.
the day's too small to hold spills on to the dusk,
and the evening's fuse.
So you fumble for a and sing "Happy Birthday."
it to yourself again.
The stories end the same.
He stay and she won't run,
and fear is where calling from.
the blood from countless tiny cuts.
all out of bandages.
The heaters taunt.
Sifting through translucent of glass,
looking for a filament lit the life you want.
So you stumble for the phone, the cord and pull.
Will your readership the stories always end the same?
She can't stay and he won't run, and is where they're calling from.
Afraid is where calling from.