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Aug 2012
Call me.
Don't text.
I rather here your voice.
As we connect.
Which one faster in dire needs.

Call me.
Just phone.
Take a chance that I might be at home.

Texting cool.
When you afraid to speak in person.
But soon.
It assume you up as a person.

While with a call.
I can hear your voice.
Where your feelings is express.

There's nothing wrong with words communication.
It seems to raging across the  nation.
But we mostly hide behinds these fingers.

So call me.
Love you sound better.
When you speak.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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