Poem: "The same things over and over again."
The same things over and over again.
Lay down a list of what is wrong
The things you've told him all along
- How To Save A Life, The Fray
Two warm bodies.
Two telephones.
One person and another.
A broken heart, a lonely soul.
Crying over that telephone.
"No you don't understand."
Deep breaths.
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Beep beep.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
Beep beep.
"My telephone is dying."
It's dead.