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H+D On Call

When the call came, the poet always answered

He spurred the car into traveling faster, harder…

Tires squealed

The engine screamed

Warning signs ignored the whole way there

To be there

With her, our hero

As she wanted

This was all that mattered

Bursting through the door and finding himself pressed against her in the hall

Tumbling into the bedroom

And reclaiming all that he had missed since the last time he found himself near her

So he waited, pacing and on edge

Because when her call came

He always answered

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