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my stomach doesn’t
churn anymore when
the phone rings
my breath doesn’t
quicken as I hope
for your voice
i’ve finally learned
that your whispers
are nothing,
naught but wind
blowing empty through
the lines
churn anymore when
the phone rings
my breath doesn’t
quicken as I hope
for your voice
i’ve finally learned
that your whispers
are nothing,
naught but wind
blowing empty through
the lines
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first, my love became imaginary, then disappeared at all. i never found out what happened, and if he had been real at all.