It was the rain or maybe windy
The Sun was far in other land
You thought so sharp, you feel so deeply
Two steps to phone... time you lend
Like hits are tones in silent phone
The blood is hits in temple still
But numbers heats your freezing bones
You promised voice, don't kill, don't kill
The wire is naked, you listen silence
Like nerves are naked under skin
You weigh the numbers, plus and minus
You promised voice, don't kill, don't kill...
Thoughts of phone I will call
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