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Calling

Calling

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My eyes strain to see the caller of the cry

Sun warms the air through the glass pane

The voice is hushed by the weight of the heat

Becoming desperate as the sky darkens

Echoes bounce off the ceiling, off the clouded sky

Frenetic, intense sounds expelled by the unseen solid

Rain drips down the glass and runs in my reflection





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