poetry critical

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Random Poem:

First Minor Crisis
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Shaking fingers dial the numbers, one-eight-hundred.
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With all the love that one could muster
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as his sad composure drowns out her rage like thunder.
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The early three a.m whisper catches deep in her throat
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as she tried to think of what to say, while blowing cigarette smoke.
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She sits and waits, her bony fingers cradling the phone.
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Please hold, our operators are currently helping others right now.
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She closed her eyes and couldn't believe this was what she had allowed.
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He muses, I wonder what they're doing- I mean, The Others.
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She imagined no more than the dim lit kitchens and the worried friends or lovers.
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Classical music fills her ears, she can't recall the symphony
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she preferred to drown on her own terms and the thought of anonymity.
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Please hold, our operators are currently helping others right now.
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I bet they picked Mozart on purpose...
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Minutes pass, it seems like hours as everything fades.
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The booming thunder in her to a dull roar,
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as well as her composure- a crooked cigarette on the kitchen floor.
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Though the automatic voice tells her she isn't alone,
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three a.m is optimum darkness, she thinks.
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It doesn't make a difference if I close my eyes.
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