Friday, August 17, 2007

To the hundred-miles, hundred-years away man

Hide me between the pages of your book
Open me once in a while
Read a few lines of my share of the world
Put me on your desk
Go get yourself some coffee
Sit down talk to your lover
On the phone,
I am the ear
That hears your voice
When you've broken up,
I am here,
Pick me up,
And once again
See that I can calm you down,
Me the only one,
When all is gone.


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