i dreamt this morning, of you; and it seems that you are, like usual, a muffled voice on the line. i remember missing you in my dream, and was so sorry when i had to hang up.
the next three weeks there will not even be a voice on the line to hold on to. how do i hold on to you?
(the non-emo me says: "with a lasso lah!")
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