I'm sorry, she answered into the line of wire,

trying to plagiarize the placidity

of robotic vapid consonants.

The answered hung up, after searching

the source of his mind,

already knowing the phrase was a

too common,

eloquent excuse

of an ellipse.

I'm sorry, she told the world,

kissed the organisms beneath

her path makers,

lusting after the dip dyed

atmosphere.  There was

a shifting in tectonic plates.

The End

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