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Phone at her chest Hoping someone would call Just to hear her heart beating. A dial at her fingertips Just in case The silence of the ringer Became too unbearable. Darkness at her feet So if someone were to call There would be no safe place to run.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
Waiting for Acquaintance
Phone at her chest Hoping someone would call Just to hear her heart beating. A dial at her fingertips Just in case The silence of the ringer Became too unbearable. Darkness at her feet So if someone were to call There would be no safe place to run.
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Sep 13, 2017
Sep 13, 2017 at 1:26 AM UTC
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