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changed my number
In the jagged city that felt no pity.
You live as if night is an incredulous inspection -- behind locked doors; your image is untried perception.
While I look for freedom, you take away the key; all in all, I rejected November’s warped chaos, with nothing resurrected…
You don’t replicate what others do!
You can’t duplicate the deepness of blue!
Turn over in your dream. As I ream out your scheme--
so now you can snore in some remorseful slumber
and don’t call me at all. I have already changed my
number!
