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I just want to write
on this paper really white.
Mood dampened by the weather;
the sun isn't in any way better.
I just need the hug from solitude,
without a romantic altitude.
I need privacy with poetry;
like corpses and a cemetery.
A heart that needs a healing;
I kept staring at my ceiling.
Please I need no other companion ;
be free to express your opinion.
Democracy bleeds on
and leaders are having fun.
Her death seems imminent
but we take it as a compliment.
I'm drowned in despair
from my feet to my hair.
In poetry I seek solace
like a shoe does to her lace.