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Awoken by your calls in the dead of night- Wide, red eyes pierced by white screen light. My stomach rolls and my body crashes while Sweat drenched fingers clench the phone tight. A numbness settles, but my face heats. Retreating to my hiding place under the sheets, Realization unfolds in waves of exhaustion And disappointment from our tale of caution, Of why we no longer can hide together here For our love is dead, and I'm shrouded in fear. Haunted by your calls in the dark of night Red eyes closed to the bright screen light.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
Ghost of a Lover
Awoken by your calls in the dead of night- Wide, red eyes pierced by white screen light. My stomach rolls and my body crashes while Sweat drenched fingers clench the phone tight. A numbness settles, but my face heats. Retreating to my hiding place under the sheets, Realization unfolds in waves of exhaustion And disappointment from our tale of caution, Of why we no longer can hide together here For our love is dead, and I'm shrouded in fear. Haunted by your calls in the dark of night Red eyes closed to the bright screen light.
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Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 11:21 AM UTC
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