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Thought.
Aug 19, 2008 10:43
Untitled.
Your hand is reaching for me,
I know what you want.
One hand on my plastic,
pretending it's my heart.
Calling seven times a day,
with nothing real to say.
Guess I'm entertainment...Great.
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