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May 2010
Connected via phone line,
I used to hear you.
Mumbling,
Whispering,
Falling asleep.

Now you’re gone.

Didn’t think it was anything,
I mean who needs to be on the phone to sleep?

Me
Written by
Melissa Wessel
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     Emily Tyler, September and D Conors
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