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Hanging up--

The words don't come out
right
they stay tucked under
my tounge
glued to my gums
affraid to be spoken
so I picked up my pencil
and my old worn journal
a place only my thoughts can bloom
my heart and soul
I write your name
on the first line of the page
at the top
to the left
in my neatest handwriting
then the words were ready
to be spoken
so I picked up the phone
and dialed your number
and when I heard your voice
all I could say
was I love you
and I hung up--





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