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Aug 2017
I don't like getting calls on my phone
No more

I find hard to listen to the voice
On the line

With my head
On edge of explosion

I want to touch a tree's
Leaf

I missed the beach
But when i got here
There was nothing
For me

I'm always on the road
No one stays

But the sky
Above my head
eileen
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