Angular lines cut my vision
white walls aplenty
treading on wet gravel
upper lip stung by the icy air
there is a reason for me
scarf fluttering in the breeze
the unforgiving night blinding
a little tenderness
therefore and yet i have
solemn and solo and sobriquet
echoing footsteps lead the dream
its taken its time to pierce
its been too long now
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Were you feeling lonely when you wrote this?
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