Way across the valley out of ear shot, is my loneliness.
Between tonight and the moon; silent satellites, is my loneliness.
Between the words i never wrote, and the few that i did, is my loneliness.
The over whelming pain blazing hot in the darkness, is my loneliness.

And in this cafe; this other world so full of people, there lies fully my loneliness.
The stain upon the table
The waitresses makeup
The smell
The nothingness
Last years magazines
That is my loneliness

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