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Sep 2017
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.
That One K Kid
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That One K Kid
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     Kmood, Sam and NuBlaccSoul
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