the end of the line
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a phone, a voice, and nothing more
and it doesn’t make sense to feel like this
dis c o n n e c t e d
torn away
as if the world is a lesser place
though you know, you know,
it is the same place as it was
an hour and half an hour and two hours ago
and you know, you know,
if you switch on the light,
and turn away, that things will soon return
to their previous lustre
but you don’t want to move,
and, instead, in stead,
you lie still, waiting, until
time herself will force your hand
because,
it was,
it was
a phone, a voice, and nothing more
and however hard you will it
the time will come, the colours fade
and it would be, as if, as if,
it had never
happened
at all
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