A young man searching for his missing piece that disappeared as if never existing.
Rise with the morning, you call to me.my thoughts are are racing and my heart aches, you're all I can think to of this moment.
Darting down the pavement on an old street searching for something Im missing, but what? "there" I thought the telephone booth. I scramble searching my pockets for change funding a single dime. pushing it into the machine and dialing that number the one that makes my heart ache every time I hear that smooth husky voice of his crack as it was put through so much but tries to hide such burdens.
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