ECHO ON
See my loss
buried deep inside the pages of your book
ink stain pains and faces of my life
but you're saving all the paper for the fire
and at night
i'm calling out to strangers in the square
and in the fading light I see them
gathered there
i shout above the masses but they're sleeping
calling out for light
voices on the wire
three dots, three dashes, three dots
echo on
and in the dark
I'm reaching out for edges
I cannot see
I roll around and tumble
Stumble on
a city fool out fumbling in the night
a broken heart
in all the right places
takes my hand
and leads me on so eager
like a song
something she just whistled in the hall
calling out for light
voices on the wire
three dots, three dashes, three dots
echo on
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