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Your Call
Who is here
To hold your hand.
In the dark
Where no one.
Answers the phone
Speaking of the dead.
When the red light rings
Don't be alarmed.
Someone is dying
With no one to talk to.
Other than those carried
Down the corridors.
Open in the end
End in the open.
And the sun is
Waiting.