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Dec 2017
I know that you need me
when I see that you're calling.
There's no other reason you would.

I let it ring.

There comes a point when
the holes in something are too immense
to fill. It becomes part of the ocean.

I still answer.

I can only think
of how much longer
your hair has grown.
Written by
Irene  23/F/USA
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