ever strained
to hear,
when expectations
and fulfilment
take a joy ride?
One ring,
then another...
obscure
blank
silence
the ten dials
propped
in
figures that surround..
my tremble
and my temple
popped eyes refused,
though pen still carries
a desire
cure
nor do I seek
for the aphasic charm
that i hide
The dinner was eaten long ago...
Let me lick the void
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