From the concrete between us, to the stale smell of air, sudden life filled with famine, all discomfort and no care. All left turns in this circle, leaves body in total defeat, from the concrete between us, one track mind set on repeat.
From the phone calls between us, I'll settle for the paper instead, the injury of the dial tone, screaming thoughts in my head. All forms of letters are absent, persistent demons in the home, from the phone calls between us, alone in my head is where I roam.
Now I'm collecting your writings, thoughtful words of respect, explaining ourselves to one another, minus the obscene dialect. A vulnerable heart fully exposed, to anguish settling down, now I'm collecting your writings, brighter days ...... to be found.
From the jail cell between us, only a few feet away, cracked concrete of memories, left to relinquish here one day. A cold dauntless of lonely, you helped soften the stay, from the jail cell between us, a tattered heart comes your way.
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