are we all lone?
our hand on phone
yet no one's calling
faces are scrolling..
people are plenty
when you are twenty,
but thirties' here
mamas out there
locked up at homes
dried up to bones
no life is left
feelings are theft
memories come
dreaming won't harm
in suburbs' prison
governed by reason
our feelings simmer
no one's a winner
are we all are meant
suffer 'til end.
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