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Jan 2022
You promise we can talk
You tell me tonight is the night
You swear it

and yet I wait by the phone
silent on my desk
no message
no call
no notification

Another night it's quite
when I hoped for noise
Hoped you hear your voice

We use to be so close
so what happened?
Why do you make empty promises?
Writing of the Unknown
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Writing of the Unknown  F
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     --- and Weeping willow
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