Me On the Line

It comes from the north during winter

Weighs heavy on my mind

Deafening sounds of silence and of solitude

A test of wills, against the grind

.

Turn inside out, to let outside in

Thickening skin on both sides

On my own, seeking daylight

Just me on the line

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