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THE RING Her phone was silent, Not a peep, Nothing since last night, A lover’s quarrel, Quick, hot, deeply hurtful, Things said, names hurled, She had slapped him hard, He had left, face swelling, Now for 18 hours zip, She had cried all night, She did not known why, Sometimes violent she, This was... Sign in to see full entry.