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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