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Sep 2010
I keep waiting by the phone.
It used to have a reason though.

But days have passed and I know not why I wait.
I simply wait.
A habit,
a force,
which makes me look to the screen at every ring,
for your name.
Though each other, we call no more.
Written by
Shantha
500
   Marissa Burts
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