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A note


The dark under eye circles beneath my brown eyes tells you it's been a while.

Quite frankly it's been months since I last heared from you

you know that.

You said that happiness was near and growth was comming,

it's the start of  winter and your shoveling promisses away. 

Why can't you call? 

You know the number,

just a simply hello will do. 

I just want a call...

I want to hear from you. 

 

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