i didn't get your call. i missed your musings altogether. now we just drop out of sight. rather than risk crossing paths. i'm still waiting for a note. a move up the chain. yanking the screen down. an exposure of disarray. you make me feel so dull. incomplete like a puzzle makes no sense. just drop right off the page. until something real comes around. circling back around once more. only false consolation. eras die off like ancestors. the ghosts crown my mind.
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