You fail to solve My loneliness You make more loneliness You keep on You pile it high Dismissed, contrails Crossing the sky Dismissed, the trail Of chaos in your wake It is the loneliness You create You keep on You pile it high You make more loneliness thus Unresolved, am I It is the failure to solve (my loneliness) What a circus! We Are all going to die… “That alone should make us love each other but it doesn’t… we are eaten up by nothing.” Quote: Bukowski Photo: theguardian.com/business/2020/feb/17/weatherwatch-the-downs-and-ups-of-plane-contrails
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