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The Call
My heart screams
An icy wind surges through the limbs of an outstretched tree
Broken are the gates that held the storm
My heart howls
An eerie chord plucked from a canine's quivering lip
The ghost of his breath fades into the moonlit night
My heart moans
A metal wheel fighting motion on a metal track
The haunt of its tone hangs in the air and sounds sweet to the strange ear
