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the fainter it echoes...


Instead of speaking

we play charades.

Words
have let us
    d
    o
    w
    n
far too many times before.
Any time we miss the sounds
our voices used to make
we just listen to each other's voicemail greetings...

but never leave

a message.






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  • MelodiousMe
    June 7, 2008

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    what else do you do when you don't want any other thing but this....i just got done listening to his voicemail and.... i saved it...


  • Shirley Shaw
    June 7, 2008

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    Uniquely-Written''''

    A Short, and Very Brite Poem...I Like It, and Can Most Certainly Relate To It...Sad too, Yet Beautiful, In A Sense...'God Bless'...Love Shirley ann shaw-raytown,mo...