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Calls dropped before the ring, excuses sing.
Over-exert with no perks, what
am I worth? Should it hurt yet?
Lighthouse letters returned
to no sender. 'Miss
yous' hit like waves.
Erodes, it
can't be
seen.
About the Creator
Willem Indigo
Let truly writing into the void begin.
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