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You wake up to the call of his calling
Brushed teeth, wet hands
With every touch on the phone
Left specks of red and green
Maybe that was a sign I stopped

With specks of red and green
I stopped to realise if it was a 'yes' or a 'no'
You left specks everywhere on my phone
If I stopped you would that make me a foe?

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⏰ Last updated: May 31, 2020 ⏰

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