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3 in the morning telephone calls

When I heard his voice I thought it could be the same

that the toy I put on a shelf would always be mine

but after I had wiped the dust off

I discovered it was really you

alive

and you had moved

so I put you on the shelf again

and promised not to pick you up

because next time the cracks from when I dropped you

will cut my fingers

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Dec 29, 2012
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