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by halfwaytoinvisible   Apr 18, 2009


My nerves brush against my heart
Bare the struggle of a tedious event
Number spoken from my unsure mouth
Traces the numbers into a cell phone by a shy man
Ended with a promised call
Wait beneath the promised call
While I devote my time to thoughts of rejection
By a rejection that was to come
Because I still lingers with a heart
Occupied about by my awkwardness
That drove the man to decline his promise

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