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Calls dropped before the ring, excuses sing.
Over-exert with no perks, what
am I worth? Should it hurt yet?
Lighthouse letters returned
to no sender. 'Miss
yous' hit like waves.
Erodes, it
can't be
seen.
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Willem Indigo
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