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A Ghost Call


from google

In the sound of silence
The phone breaks silence,
The numbers on the screen
Don’t tell me anything;
In the simulation of anticipations,
A concatenation of awry expectations,
I pick up the phone with hesitations
then listen to the silence of the caller
Vanishing into the electronic ether.


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