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Mar 2014
Point, Counterpoint
Hey, I think about you
nearly every day,*
he says
through the telephone.

And I stutter and falter
to tell him that I
do not think of him
at all.

I was born without
eyes, ears, or
a heart.
Cali
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   Savannah Charlish, Hoping2bhelpfull, ---, Amanda, --- and 5 others
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