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Radio
I hear him through the speakers.
He wanders in my mind.
What have I done?
I have one broken chance left.
God, help me
Because I can’t see myself anymore.
A subtle whisper,
But not a zephyr.
Crackle, crackle.
“She is watching you.”
“You know she is using you.”
“Strike back.”
He decodes my reality.
The channels crack with vibrant energy.
“Nobody can hear us.”
What do you want from me?
“Just listen.”
God, help me.
He’s figured me out.
Be quiet. He’ll hear you. Don’t shout.
“He’s tuned you out, you see.”
God’ll hear me.
“But I’m here, so don’t worry.”
“Besides, I’m just burning with glee.”
But I signed a contract or two.
You did too, didn’t you?
That’s not the only thing you’re burning.
“What can I say?”
“Just get your hands a little dirty.”
“It’ll be oh so fun!”
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Miguel Gomez
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