by rileyhooper
i got a call a few months ago
from you of course
who else calls at midnight
with hazy thoughts and a plastic voice
you asked how i was feeling
if i was getting better
i smiled as tears welled in my eyes
never so happy to hear your voice
one that was aching to know about the condition of my soul
i couldn’t see it then
but now i know
the tears weren’t happy
they never have been
and you just wanted to know about my wisdom teeth.
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