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Nov 2019
You tell me to call,
With a smile.
To just pick up the phone,
If I don't feel quite right.

It's a lovely gesture.
But I think you and I.

We both know.
Don't we?

I wouldn't dare touch
A single number
For you.
C F
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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