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		By: Cole		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[In reply to &lt;a href=&quot;http://7and1.net/things-that-hurt-my-hand-right-now/#comment-178236&quot;&gt;Anon&lt;/a&gt;.

A blast from the past. Thank you.]]></description>
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<p>A blast from the past. Thank you.</p>
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					<description><![CDATA[Phone Calls
Phone Calls

i always loved
the late night phone calls
talking for hours
even when you had work
even when i had school
surrounded by darkness
and the sound of each others’ voices
we’d often wake
other people
laughing and loving
and living
the way life was meant to be
and sometimes youd fall asleep
i’d listen to you breathe
you’d wake up, and i’d know
it was time to let you go
even though neither of us wanted to hang up
other times, you didn’t wake up at all
and i’d wait a bit
then whisper i love you
before hanging up
and i could feel your heart beating
next to mine
i was in heaven
i always loved
those late night phone calls]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Phone Calls<br />
Phone Calls</p>
<p>i always loved<br />
the late night phone calls<br />
talking for hours<br />
even when you had work<br />
even when i had school<br />
surrounded by darkness<br />
and the sound of each others’ voices<br />
we’d often wake<br />
other people<br />
laughing and loving<br />
and living<br />
the way life was meant to be<br />
and sometimes youd fall asleep<br />
i’d listen to you breathe<br />
you’d wake up, and i’d know<br />
it was time to let you go<br />
even though neither of us wanted to hang up<br />
other times, you didn’t wake up at all<br />
and i’d wait a bit<br />
then whisper i love you<br />
before hanging up<br />
and i could feel your heart beating<br />
next to mine<br />
i was in heaven<br />
i always loved<br />
those late night phone calls</p>
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