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No Dial Tone To Dote On

No dial tone to dote on My memory is made And my format is filthy The tone is tempting But the pause is pressing My volume is voiceless And the channels are changing And a constricting clasp on cancel Is my only option

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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