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Expired number #poetry #phantogram

  I never intended to go looking for your name to go searching through the past In an expired phone book But there it stood in black and red Your picture next to your number ringing out the sounds we made from all that time we spent in one another’s head...

Too Afraid #poetry

There was something special About how the sunlight Fell on her hair How his hand felt in hers Something he was afraid to see Something she was afraid to trust So they both held back their all And shrivelled to dust ©Entirety...