I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to menndisembodied and cheapening everything it used to meannnwhen you said the truth will set you free...nnoh, you lied to me when you said the truth shall set you free...nnnnthe freedom..nnto be alone with the freedom...nnnnthursday, 10pm... the city abounds.nnthe city of daughters can't be found where ought to be found.nnrelegated to the back of an underclass.nnyou always hated the back:nnan attack in its purest form, an attack that's forever forwarned...nnnni put a hex on the telephone wire in hope that the spiresnnof communication might take a leave of absence...nnexpectations confounded when the girl became grounded and packed her bagsnnfor the beaches with contacts and breaches of contracts...nnnnand the freedom...nnnnn