My soul is
on a wire-
brittle
and full of
static,
"Can you hear me now?"
Crackle.~*
What is your
ten-twenty?
I'm still alone
waiting
for a reply
through this
broken microphone.
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มุมมองที่ปราดเปรื่อง The opines of an hermetic bard. ความเห็นของกวีปิดตาย. Poetic License Revoked.
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