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andrea
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the phone rings and i fumble
and stumble to the receiver
to pick it up before it rings
one more time and makes my
head explode from the excess
i had the night before and
the sun shining through the
blinds hits my eyes just right
and i think i'm going to get
sick right here right now and
then i hear a voice so familiar
yet so far away from myself
and despite the fact that i
want to talk it doesn't hit
me who it actually is until i
wake up hours later when the
sun is beginning to set and the
phone is in my rumpled bed how
big of a bitch i must've
sounded especially when the
phone rang again a few nights
later as i slept again yes i
sleep a lot because i grow tired
of the monotony of my day and
let my dreams add some color
to the same old gray that has
overcome me but when i remember
that voice coming through my
dream-hazed world i think it was
bright as the sun and warmer, too
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