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It's Just Me, the Phone, and My Eagerness

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It's just me, the phone and my eagerness
The silence slicing the air
My heart beating fast
An urge spreading over me
The minutes ticking by
Waiting for you to call me
My hands trembling
And my palms getting sweaty
The moments pass by
Nothing
It's just me the phone, and my eagerness
The phone rings
My heart leaps
I answer





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