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I walk a cell phone in your pocket today
Contact from your life but are not Wait etc.
I walk like the loneliness in your pocket
I like it like that
Nothing could have been no more
To want to me mine
Placed it turned off the bedside, "Good night"
Today I was such a thing without someone
My name is not mentioned in the phone book in the pocket
If there is no such a thing
Today I realize that it is neither one thing
What digit to live...
My journey to find the phone I go out today
While wandering the streets of continuous hover sighed regret
I can not bear the tears I can not tell though chagrin
The nuances imply something
Nothing could have been no more
To want to me mine
Today Turn off the "Friends"
There is something like the late
Another one that I
She is like someone
What should not go to the living
There is something like the late
Someone firmly in the distance
Some mobile phone clasped
What is my name come to mind...
Such a thing ...
Such a thing ...
Such a thing ...
But it is dear ...
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