Past Tense

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This is a poem that I wrote in August of 1998. I was 20, a sophomore at ASU.

Silent phone...friend or foe? Crouched there on my desk, mocking me with its calm quiet. All day I run from you, yet not escaping at all; for it is you that sleeps next to my bed, lingering like a nightmare. Every time your voice pierces the air, my expectant heart jumps, hoping to hear that melodious tone on the line.

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