and you thought you were minimalist
Friday, February 20, 2009
waiting
So where's my phone call?
I used to fear you, phone call. You know I didn't want to leave.
Now everything's changed and I long for my phone call.
Oh, phone call, where are you?
I'll love that dark matter of yours, phone call, your dying galaxies, your nebulae, I'll do my best to please you, I promise.
Just call me.
Save me.
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