phone booth coins

calling as yesterday

and held as its own circle

and day dream of a moment

and lasting air

and yet it was a waste of dimes

and a waste of a wrong number

and broken moments

thought as it was the dreams

and instead as a bad nightmare

and well as its own summary

and stunning as its own composed

and sheer

being in calling again

and not enough moments

to even remember what the digits were to dial

all so soon

and all so forgotten


About mistermaxxx08

i believe in God first and foremost. i love the blessings of love,life and liberty and creativity. i believe in living a Blessed life and I enjoy encounters and the greatness of so many incredible souls who have united here and i enjoy the creativity and depth. we are all Unique. i welcome comments, questions,conversations and peace and the best to all.
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