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Aug 2015
reciprocation



Just tried to phone you.

Didn't answer the call.

I hate calls.

Why did I call anyways?

Why didn't I call for so long?

If I say I do not miss you it's because knowing someone means being close to them.

Thus you weren’t far away to begin with.

So why call?

To talk?

Can't be it.

I love a good talk and yet words alone are empty apparently.

If they were not I should love calls - but I don't.

To see you then? No.

To touch you I guess.

****** warmth is irreplaceable.

To be true to myself possibly.

If you’re so close I shouldn't stay away.

It's a lie.

I hate lies.

But I am losing myself and find myself lying a lot lately.

That's probably because I catched a cold during the years.

I've got such a simple mind.

I want to stay at one place to live there, die there.

A place where you live as well.

Visiting wasn't ever my thing.

In fact I never understood that concept.

Leaving an ecstatic sensation full of hope, full of promise.

Yet full of sorrow if we ever dare to look back.
zini
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zini
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     GoldenBoii and Hanna Kelley
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