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Call me
And tell me you miss me.

Call me
And tell me 
How your bones are brittle.
That they are aching to be held
By hands that are calcium-infused.

Call me
And tell me
That the world hasn’t rotated in your favour
Since I walked away.

Tell me 
About the sunshine embedded 
In my smile.
And how you haven’t
Witnessed a proper sunrise
Since the morning
You woke up 
And I was gone.

Call me
And tell me you miss me.

I’ll tell you
That I’ve been missing you too.


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