here am I
alone again (still?)
the milk is spoiled
and my stomach as well
sitting, pondering
'if I left you'
tearing out hair
'would you leave me too?'
this feeling of isolation
grows greater within me
though, surrounded by people
I still feel so lonely
the milk is spoiled
the days are but few
until more milk has come
and again I'm with you
but the milk is spoiled
if only for now
I wonder when will it end
and how?
April 21, 2002
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