your phone rang
my pulse raced
your voice whispered
my resolve wavered
your tones heated
my color heightened
your words cavorted
my body contorted
your breath demanded
my will defeated
your lighter flicked
my heart felt foolish
your hurried goodbye
my empty guilt
your absence forces
my trigger finger
your line is dead
my soul has fled.
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