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May 14, 2003 18:49

A phone call away
Hearing your voice
From 300 miles away
it’s all the same
3 drinks and you’re closer
6 and you’re here
track 8 on my discman
I think about you when it plays
Track 9 and you bring me to the edge
Track 10 and i’m all over the kitchen sink
The batteries go out as the pain increases
And life as I know it ceases.

A text message
A journal entry
Still 300 miles away
So much in common
So much between us
I play for you
and suddenly there's more meaning
You smile
And I quote bright eyes
It’s like a song.
Someday
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