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Dec 2013
you called me for the first time
at one in the morning
you laughed and told me I was beautiful
and that you loved me

then you lowered your rough voice to a whisper and said,
"i'm drunk," making my heart sink to my stomach
and then to the floor when you finished off with,
"who am I speaking to?"
Jessica Matyas
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Jessica Matyas  Washington
(Washington)   
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