When it rained all my inner eyes could reach
Is you and i by the seaside
My pride was in sync with the symphony
Of the rain drops
playing with the surfaces
outside my warm cocoon
and my joy
cuddled my small coughs
as my tv flickered with noise
poised with nostalgia
i picked up the phone,
and dialed your o eight two
all starry eyed i ask
Oh my heart answer the phone;
Please P.
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