I speak into your voice mail in all honesty I allow the message to evaporate I take my time to craft a better and more measured way to tell you something pale instead of randomly releasing depth that you could choose to hear or mute away I take your temp I pare a new place with my depth of feeling and I hope no trace of it remains to show you how unsteady in my gait the child within me starts to move upon the unfamiliar ground and slate
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