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[bodytext] => Mystery call Its 2 in the morning and my phone starts to put into work. The sounds of the ringing awaken me with an immense shock. What else was I to think about this late phone call, it wasn’t a Wrong phone number. All these questioned raced through my head Who’s this calling? Why are they calling at this time? What’s the reason For this astonishing phone call? I grabbed the phone and the only Thing I could process through my head is the voice of this unidentified Lady. The crying voice on the phone led me to believe that this phone Call wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. The only thing that came from this Lady’s voice was pain. The only thing that caught my attention was “There has been an accident,” after the process, the only two words I could Say to my self is what accident? What accident? The only thing that this lady told me was to meet her at 27th and park. As I raced to this anonymous location, additional thoughts came to mind Why here? Why now? What am I going to find at this destination point I asked My self. The lights of the New York police and fire rescue was the only thing in My sight, that and the blue s.u.v turned over blistered to a crisp. I ran out of my car To find two bodies covered with a white blankets, Then unidentified women finally Came to my sight. The next thing I saw was a bright light…………. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 167 [topic] => 13 [informant] => uniQue1 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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