Having wrapped up A black And twisted day I'm adrift Adrift
In the bathroom The sound of morning dew Trickles towards my nape In surround1
I yearn for solitude because, I suppose I deplored solitude, I suppose
It's slipping Out of reach Help me Already2With nowhere left to run He's brittle as he Heads for a room of warm colours
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