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Her name echoes through the dark Room
As dark as the women’s voice is Pitch
The voice echoes infinitively
But not a soul hears
Like an unanswered phone call
You scream the name as loud as Your tonsils can reach
Still no answer
Deep down you know the reason for This conundrum
You don’t know her name
The name you’re screaming doesn’t Exist
You are screaming a no name



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