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Alone she waits for the call to come.
For the voice to chase away the darkness.
From beside her she hears a voice sweet like sugar and he patched her up with tape and words then she changed the scene to fit her parents scheme and he ripped the tape and deleted the words.
Now she sits lost in the darkness safe and warm.
With the other lost souls around her it almost feels like home and sounds better than any angel or devil she has yet to meet
Copyright © Cheyenne Long | Year Posted 2016
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