Friday, May 11, 2012

'I want you...'

'I want you...'
Once her voice came over
Across thousand miles...catching one after another
Innumerable cellular network towers...
'I want you...'
She whispered as if something clandestine...
A top secret file...declassified
Coming into open...vaulted for years
In FBI headquarters...
'I want you...'
Her words like rumbling stream
Rushed through me like a supranormal theme...

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