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Phone rings, two am.
"Sorry, it's just me.
Needed to hear your voice,
Make sure something is still in tact."

Its been a long night,
And an even longer year.

It's nice to know that you're still here.

"He's gone", she said.
"Just when I finally got him out of my head."
Now I've got you.
I've got you to keep me alive.

But I've got better things to do than survive.

Phone rings, two am.
"Sorry, it's just me.
Needed to hear your voice,
Make sure something is still in tact."

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