I used up all my patience / discarded on the long solitary walk / long cold driveways do not lead me to a warm hearth /I do not touch the railway tracks that run through the hard side of town /they do run through my heart though / I can afford to dress poorly there / basking in the freedom of anonymity /darling ,the piper never pays his debts /or apologises for his indiscretions /but continues /enduring / feasting on haggard souls / can I warm your orphaned soul /I will use my time for you / before I continue on. Azab
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