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#‎Day11_Believe‬

The phone rings
Anonymous caller!
I never pick up such
But this feels right, alright
Hello…
It’s a soft voice, am calm, she keeps talking
And talking but I hardly notice her
I got lost in her soft tone, soothing it was till she muttered ‘blow!’
My bubble of thoughts goes poof!
It’s the call girl I spoke to earlier, oops, forgot about that one
She’s back with a scroll and seeks to know what I want done!
Sorry I got lost in the middle, could you…
No worries, I got you
She sings through her scroll once again as I get lost yet again
I feel a little sweat trickling down a crevice that hardly sees sunshine
And ask!
What’s your name?
Sorry…
I wish to know more about you aside from what you have for me
She giggles and tosses back a better deal
You go first! As I scamper to get my ID since am not sure who I really am,
At this time!
Kinky!
No no no! She mumbles
Not your name, dummy, your handle!
Huh!
We talked for quite awhile
About everything and nothing too
Of how far we can go only if we let ourselves to
Of how our imagination is limitless
Though we limit it by using it less!
Do you think this is real?
What?
This conversation…
Talking this much to a stranger!
Who seems to know you better?
Like a plug to a socket this is fulfilling
As though we are in each other’s pocket…
Pull me out so that I can take you back in
It’s as though am the question and she the answer
We fill all the blanks in the questionnaire right below her scroll
Right below all the blows, all the blows she has to offer!
So how far can your imagination go?
Yes you!
You reading trying to find yourself in this poem
Do you believe in your imaginations?
That you can easily think yourself into something 
Somebody, Anybody you want and easily be them?
Like this phone call…
Is it even real? As I wipe off the sweat from earlier
Just imagine!?
Believe in yourself in your imaginations and see who you be.
Hey, make sure you call me
She hums softly, in her husky soothing and charming voice
We seem to have a lot more to share
Plus sounds like you really care
I sure will my dear, I sure will…
As the phone blinks red and almost out of power
I plug it back and step in the shower
As I prepare to take on the day
Because hey!
I Believe…

©Krv_110616
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