Raised on a glistening platform I stood on my own. The sun was hammering on my skin which left no room for shadows. Finally I gave them some room, but I acted too soon, for I never should have let them in. I come and go, like jingles from your telephone. Instead of picking me up, you put me on hold. Line 1, Line 3, stop bothering me. Chatter about
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