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I am one one millionth of a ratings point. A little flash of electronic blue against the wall of an otherwise unlit upstairs room at night. Walk by on the sidewalk feeling lonely, then see that harsh spark of indigo spring from the dark window above and
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the collect
call home, to Mom,
or the long abandoned
friend. Oh, how did we
let things get so
fucked up?
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They often leave me dulled/
and wanting back my time.
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