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Cell Call MAG

By Anonymous

Greetings escape your mouth
snakes in the tiny voice box
diced into a million
tiny pieces
swept through and up
a tiny point
shot like a bullet into space
arriving in the space factory
boxed and shipped out
in milliseconds
sent swirling down the pipeline
weaving in and out of clouds
until reaching its final destination
all the tiny pieces
file in line and cram together
into the hearing aid
Hello, how are you?





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