Melancholy twang.
Why is loneliness groping in the dark —
Like a lover starved of intimacy —
Panting for lover’s embrace.
Remove your fingernails from my mind —
Erase your melancholy swing
From my tainted soul —
Like a smoke signal, “puff”,
Good bye.
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