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Solitude
I say I'll be home by eleven
My self-proclaimed restriction
Is always faithfully broken
Deep in the hours of the stars
Though my head grows weary
My heart remains steadfast
Unmoved by the dizzy lids
Falling heavy over my eyes
I crave detatchment, solitude
A sober-drug found only in
The shades of gray painted by
Clouds tucking the moon in the sky
The father I drive, the tauter the rope
The tighter my chest, the smaller my hope
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