i've been living in this
state of disillusion, it's a
good state for losing the solution
it's a way out, friends, that's
all it means
like a red scare, i'm eating
my own body, through the
metro i see you and your hobbies
it's not that i'm lonely
i just don't know where to find you
don't cry, don't even lift a finger
i'm a buried child
i'll give you time to figure
that one out
until then, keep on reading poems
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