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Slovenly AloneLoneliness, my father fig Eating like a slovenly pig Mass company is what I keep More kisses before I sleep Embraces so warm Attracts me like a swarm But I brace back once They slack off a bunch So it is my hunch To take a munch When the lunch that I miss Is in their sweeter abliss... And whenever I feel this way That's when I'll say, Loneliness, my father fig Eatin' like a slovenly pig Unsatiable for the unsuitable Refutations of the fruit unstable now... 'cuz I bite and chew, Tho' I might lose a few But I don't care what they think Tho' it's rare for my tears to shrink Tho' it's still rare for my tears to shrink And i don't care... If my tears don't shrink... 'cuz Loneliness forever'll be My sole partner in life.... And that's just... me... Vote for this poem
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