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The ringing echoes through the wires the voice he hears is lovely, familiar the tone he doesn't recognize At first he doesn't believe what he hears he fights to keep the control of himself that he can feel he is losing His calm demeanor fades as he searches for words explanations and time and distance swirl through his head he thinks this is a joke, maybe a test He looks around to see if anyone is noticing him he is surrounded by people, walking, talking, sitting. They all seem to be sneering They give glances as if observing a car wreck he wonders if they perceive what has happened he wonders if he is only imagining their stares He returns to the voice questions its motives, its decisions he doesn't understand He accepts the words. lets them in he now allows the thought that this might be real Control is lost, his throat aches, his eyes are blurred he doesn't care anymore if anyone sees he becomes tunneled, blinded The voice on the other end is silenced harshly, slammed he becomes enraged, fearful, lost He remains alone, tunneled, unaware of anyone else in the room. he rips off his gold, he had worn it for years He lets it fall alone, it twirls through the air falling through memory and time. A cursed circle of a broken promise he lets it go, after all it wasn't his choice to release it a voice from five thousand miles away there was no decisions to be made they had already been put together for him It was beautiful as it twirled around spinning with memories spinning with deceit shimmering in the well lighted room the sound it made as it danced the writing that shone from inside. Breathtaking It stops. he turns, walks away. and there it stays unbroken in form yet severed in meaning and there it stays.

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