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Jul 2013
laying in a pitch black room
trying to make out the shapes
wondering what is going to happen next
with my phone beside me
waiting for it to ring
to hear the harmony of your voice
though I am in such desperation
I still feel at peace
for all alone in the dark I lay
dreaming of the nights we talk
an abundance of weight
crushing my chest all at once
relieved as my phone rings
the sweet sound of your hello
bringing tears to my eyes
thanking life's creation that you are here
bringing me to total peace
and bringing comfort to my black hole
James Riddle
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James Riddle  North Carolina
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