"The Haunted Dial"

At the stroke of midnight, my phone rings,

A haunting melody, the night brings.

In the silence, a tremor of surprise,

As time pauses, a connection defies.

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The chime cuts through the stillness deep,

A beckoning call from secrets to keep.

In the witching hour, a spectral call,

Summoning memories, both big and small.

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In the darkness, its glow pierces the night,

A portal to moments, both wrong and right.

Voices echo from the past's abyss,

Whispering tales with a ghostly hiss.

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As I answer, a shiver runs down my spine,

An invitation to the realms of time.

A voice from afar, filled with mystery,

Unveiling secrets, unraveling history.

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It speaks of forgotten loves and dreams,

Of triumphs, failures, and silent screams.

Of paths untaken and chances missed,

Rekindling flames that were once dismissed.

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Through the wires, tales of joy and despair,

Moments of laughter and burdens we bear.

A midnight symphony of memories untold,

In the darkest hour, they unfold.

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But as the clock strikes on, the call recedes,

Fading away, like forgotten needs.

Leaving echoes lingering in the night,

As I grasp fragments, lost in flight.

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The phone falls silent, once more at rest,

With secrets shared, in its digital nest.

Yet, the midnight call leaves a mark,

A reminder of stories, both light and dark.

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For when the clock strikes the midnight hour,

My phone rings, revealing hidden power.

A conduit to lives and tales unknown,

A reminder that we are never alone.

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So, as the night settles and dreams take flight,

I ponder the mysteries of that midnight ring.

Embracing the connection, the stories it brings,

And the magic that awakens when my phone sings.