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Mar 2014
in nine minutes it will be midnight
and you still won't be mine
my phone is burning my hand
yet i'm wishing that yours was in mine

today i distracted myself
with academic words unrelated to you
i made a bet with myself if i get a A, B or C-
that i will call you

but what would i say
what would you want to hear?
apologies from a ghost
like myself they will eventually disappear
phantom
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