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Jan 2018
The landline was disconnected,
I know that I'm not the only one in this
that you're there too
She does not owned a cellphone
We used to talk on landline for hours
I still have your landline number
And It looks like a suicide
It reminds me I'm all  alone , alone in the hood
Now I hardly notice you
Creeping  up my wall not bothering anyone
It is actually dead pieces of you
I’ve inhaled more of us than anyone.
Sahir Bhat
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