-Paper Telephone-
You're consistancy is so non-consistant.
So I fold a peice of paper while
I wait around for you.
I make an origami telephone.
I begin to pace around the room
Until the paper quivers.
I answer the phone
And we talk for hours;
Interupted by a thumping at my door.
The conversation gets shortened.
We say our good bye's
And we end our pretend.
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