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I called the sky, but only silence grew— a hum, a glitch, a trace of you. The stars don’t speak. They pulse and burn. Still I wait, for static to turn. If this is heaven, it’s made of snow— a ghost, a wire, a signal too low.
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I dialed the stars But no one replied Just the hum of silence In a frequency wide You left this world Or maybe just me Now heaven sounds Like a broken TV I called your name Through the static night Heard ghosts in the wires Singing back light Static heaven, are you there? Is this love or just dead air? I’m caught in signals You used to send Praying to static Like it’s the end You’re not gone But you’re not here So I sleep with noise And disappear Your voice is snow On an analog screen A flicker, a whisper Of what might’ve been I keep tuning But lose the line Each memory cracks Like a neon sign I called your name Through the static night Heard ghosts in the wires Singing back light Static heaven, are you there? Is this love or just dead air? I’m caught in signals You used to send Praying to static Like it’s the end You’re not gone But you’re not here So I sleep with noise And disappear You said we’d find each other In the frequency between But you forgot That I believe what I hear And now there’s nothing But a hum and a tear Static heaven, call me home I’m tired of echoes And sleeping alone If I fade Into the hiss Would you hear me Through all of this?
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