Cold is the man that perspires loneliness
and bleeds
uncertainty.
He talks to God but there is no answer
'Please, leave a message after the beep'
So he does.
He leaves a message destined for Heaven
where the words that tripped on his tongue
fall
on deaf ears.
There is an answer to his prayer.
'Return To Sender'
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