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Jul 2017
You play hide and go seek with your little telephone.
While I sit here at night all on my own.
The whispers I hear when I walk by your room,
Then stop when you here me but then soon will resume.
-I am just as confused as you are-
Erin Brown
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Erin Brown  F/California
(F/California)   
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