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May 2013
I called. Once. Today.

a snap shot of the dark:
I deleted your number.

do you ******* remember me
do you ******* remember me
do you ******* remember me

??????????????????????????????

if you call me, if you return,

I will answer you
like a stranger, "Hi?"

It is only fair
because you keep pretending.
as if we don't know each other.

Please, stop.

Please.

****, dude, help me
I don't know any better

Stop it. Call me back.
glass can
Written by
glass can  San Francisco
(San Francisco)   
443
   ss, st64 and Andrew Quilles
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