34 lines
821 B
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34 lines
821 B
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title: Isolation
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week: 29
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date: 2025-07-23
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a walk each day, at five or eight\
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through tender lanes between\
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pea green blades, a path well-trodden\
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black cat scales fence
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faces covered, concealed with doubt\
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passers by blur shadows longer\
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their time is biding, stuck inside\
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on lope through hour that's stopped
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a seat by concrete tower\
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cars rush by, to jump\
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the evening breeze betrays us all\
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till tomorrow, by myself
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+++
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Realising I've been remiss\
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I feel the wind's change on my skin\
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Now I'm ready to leave from this\
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Yet here I wait in isolation
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I can see my last out alight\
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A shining new path to begin\
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But this knowledge is only blight\
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As here I rot in isolation
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It's time to face the cold hard truth\
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The problem must be from within\
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A sad cherry on squandered youth\
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So here I'll die in isolation
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