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My Misery Loves Solitude

Four bedroom flat

Four bathroom flats

Four gas points on the cooker

Four blocks away from a hooker

Four lifetimes gone waiting for the right sign,

Four lifelines lost still couldn’t find a wife

Four steps thru, you hear the echo of the first one,

Four times around the house, searching for foresight

Four neighbors praising found love

I’m mourning cos I lost one.

Me. And a bottle.

Absolut Absolutely.

4 responses

  1. Sigh.

    July 6, 2015 at 12:49 am

  2. Self pity!
    It’s not over yet!
    Keep hope alive… there is always sunshine a few hours away even in the darkest of nights…

    Great job sir!

    July 11, 2015 at 4:49 pm

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