White Noise
Hearing your voice through the crude speaker on this old telephone, I cannot hold it close enough, cannot press it to my ear any harder, as if this small effort would somehow bring you closer to me.
Hearing your voice through the crude speaker on this old telephone, I cannot hold it close enough, cannot press it to my ear any harder, as if this small effort would somehow bring you closer to me.
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