Loneliness stings the day
And I can't bear it
I can't listen to the same
Sad old songs
Because they slide
Knives beneath my memories
And I can't bear it
I can't look at the same
Sensuous oiled nudes
Because they sink
Blades behind my eyes
And I can't bear it
I can't
And loneliness stings
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