you said my heart sounded like a payphone in the rain.
distorted, distant, scrambled and desperate.pressed the seven sequenced silver panic buttons,
the distress calls that fall on a distracted short-wave signal.
a metronome timed to my panic stricken breathing
and a pulse conducted by our dying lines..
baby, i swear to god tonight i am sober.
it's the
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