november 18th, 2004 / 3:33 p.m.

and hanging up the phone is the hardest part..
it's a further seperation of you and i.
that miles and words can't even begin to describe
i've got the cold coast, with sunsets on salty shorelines
and you the great lakes and the thick ice that keeps them
stiller than the hearts of the lonely in the winter
what stars are you staring at, i'll try to find the same ones
all of this seems kind of rediculous, but i'm ok with it
everything, even endings start somewhere. so where to begin?
it starts and ends with a voice on a phone
and that makes hanging up the hardest part.

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