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Recalling a Voice You used to defy gravity. Such imponderable buoyancy, lifted me. Then came the ballast of your grief. A millstone as incalculable as the number of angels, could fit on the head of a pin. You claimed a voice within could not be consoled. So, I wait by a silent phone; hoping you’ll call, lifting me from the depths of your despair. But I need to hear the voice I recall.
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