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i have not phoned
because you never come to mind
because i don't need anything
i don't know why
they put a guy like me
in a cramped room
with bitsy florals
on white wallpaper
i have no urge to fix it up
with images of my own
i have no one here
to show them to
i suppose you always worry
but don't bother
i don't worry
about you
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