few friends fade I can't talk
to no one poets and wives
not introduced as if I don't
exist have feelings or care
I'd voted with my wheels in
nasty weather thought that
counted still solitary chilled
browse second-hand books
where did we go wrong that
I'm not part of anything not
invited to Christmas parties
can't always enjoy it if I go
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