The private life of Jesse Stone, in the night

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I want to hear the first silence
when you answer my phone call
and understands it’s me – again.
I want to hear you say my name
and the emptiness coming next
when the click tells me you have
end the connection, I want to…
I want to regain and feel the pain
freshly bleed again, rise life into
my numbed soul. I want to stand
here freezing in pouring rain in
darkness and weep all the tears
my soul carries over you – then
go home to my unbearable grief,
and drink me numbed again, until
the pale grey dawn awakes me to
the shadows of life called reality.

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The home of "Jesse Stone" in "Paradise", Massachusetts

The home of “Jesse Stone” in “Paradise”, Massachusetts

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