No chance of brakes, the impact calls
The heavy concrete of the base
Lays beside me as I weep
Grooves that spiral down the wall
Patterns there to make the calls
So sturdy as my inner base
A trace of guilt will help me weep
Imprints etched in to a wall
The phone rings but no one calls
From here I cannot see my base
Don't listen to my voice, for I weep
Too Deep To Drown
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