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his name buzzing in my hand quit spelling myself out swipe a tear infested screen instead smile once i hear him speak humming in my ear warmth through the glass poke at old windows pan for words as i ramble on he laughs a little so i copy that feels like fresh air, still everything inside is calling me names dumb for walking and talking in circles why even try to explain? hang the hell up you've got nothing to say for yourself but he called me out of that maze for a moment so here's my heart plain and shamed and open i am too lucky to be called his
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
love on the line
his name buzzing in my hand quit spelling myself out swipe a tear infested screen instead smile once i hear him speak humming in my ear warmth through the glass poke at old windows pan for words as i ramble on he laughs a little so i copy that feels like fresh air, still everything inside is calling me names dumb for walking and talking in circles why even try to explain? hang the hell up you've got nothing to say for yourself but he called me out of that maze for a moment so here's my heart plain and shamed and open i am too lucky to be called his
saigeldred
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Apr 9, 2018
Apr 9, 2018 at 2:21 AM UTC
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