a phone call to a friend
threats and crying
there was no wrong here
i am not alone
us
bombarded
will hold tight
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 8:10 PM UTC
a phone call to a friend
threats and crying
there was no wrong here
i am not alone
us
bombarded
will hold tight
(phone number poem. each line has the same number of syllables corresponding the a digit of my phone number)
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