May 2. [rough draft]

An impression on my chest.
The outline of a (misplaced) cell phone.
Rectangular, reminiscent of a defibrillator burn.
Placed near to the heart in hope – this will bring me back.
I sleep, dreaming of words that never reach the other line.
A dial tone my only comfort.
I remain unrest.

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~ by kagomesakura on May 3, 2011.

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