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i miss the champagne pangs of loneliness

sulking to the soundtrack of Nina Simone
i miss the isolation, crying in a corner
the time before life was in perpetual danger

i miss the innocence and naïveté
the boredom of long summer days
the privilege of pink problems
while your toil goes unacknowledged

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